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 my mother just said. Please

elsewhere.”

scolding, Moore erupted in anger now that

and smiled faintly, looking at her as I said, “Home? Moore, do you really think that just because you lived here for over

stiffened instantly at my words, and she said with less confidence, “What

Moore and said, “Out of respect for our sisterhood, I don’t want to embarrass you. Mom’s told me everything, and I understand now why you treated me that way five years ago. If you

with you anymore.”

turned pale. Her eyes fixed on me, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and other complex emotions

could not quite decipher.

one of the Scotts. He frowned at me and said, “Yvette, she is after all your

him, I said, “Idris, these are the Scotts‘ affairs. If you

him with one of my comments, as he called me by my full

pursed my l*ps and looked at

him, for

into fresh clothing. The light–colored casual clothes my mother had picked for him were rather fitting, as they made him appear more affable and sunny than when

In a formal suit.

with a slight headache, I responded

me and said, “Your situation is even more

Filled With Trivial

shambles. It seems Mr. Scott had his reasons for