Facade of Love

Chapter 64 A Day Filled With Trivial and Miscellaneous Matters

Idris furrowed his brows, yet his words were resolute. “Mother, Yvette and I will not get a divorce.”

Seeing that he was still saying such out–of–touch things at this point, my mother became even angrier. Her breathing quickened as she said, “If you’re not divorcing her, then what do you plan to do? Do you want to drive my daughter to her deathbed? Kane and I raised Yvette well. We taught her from a young age about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and honor. She’s not like those women who seduce married men. She would never tempt a married man, nor would she share a husband with another woman. Idris Young, you ought to leave this marriage, whether you want to or not.”

My mother’s attitude was extremely firm, and even her words carried a sense of determination.

Idris‘ handsome brows furrowed deeply, but after a moment, he calmly said, “No worries. We can take our t

My mother was so angered by his words that she almost threw the object in her hand at him.

time.”

I held my mother back, knowing Idris‘ temperament well. I said to her, “Mom, Mr. Sanchez is in the second bedroom upstairs. You can take the clothes to him. I’ll handle things here.”

My mother was concerned. She looked at me, and continued, “Yvette, they…”

I smiled reassuringly and said, “Mom, just go ahead.”

Seeing my insistence, my mother reluctantly went upstairs.

mother leave, I turned to Moore and Idris and said, “You both heard what

elsewhere.”

Stifled by my mother’s scolding, Moore erupted in anger now that my mother was not around, practically venting all her frustrations

at her as I said, “Home? Moore, do you really think that just because you lived here for over twenty years, it’s your

words, and she said with less confidence, “What

that way five years ago. If you still remember the kindness of my parents raising you for these twenty years, then don’t step into the Scotts‘ household again and upset my mother. Stay away from us, and live the life you want.

with you anymore.”

face turned pale. Her eyes fixed on me, filled

could not quite decipher.

Idrisly thought that I was disowning Moore as one of the Scotts. He frowned at me and said, “Yvette, she is after all your sister.

Loolding at him, I said, “Idris, these are the Scotts‘ affairs. If you feel sorry for her, then take her to the Youngs. No

of my comments, as he called me by my

and looked at him. “Is there anything

him, for he took Moore and left

fresh clothing. The light–colored casual clothes my mother had picked for him were rather fitting, as

In a formal suit.

against the sofa with a slight headache, I

said, “Your situation is even more troublesome than

A Day Filled With

in shambles. It seems Mr. Scott had his reasons for being