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.

to Moore and Idris and said, “You both heard what my mother just said.

elsewhere.”

Moore erupted in anger now that my mother was not around, practically venting all her

said, “Home? Moore, do

she said

our parents, I looked at 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 still remember the kindness of my parents raising you for these twenty years, then

with you anymore.”

on me, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and other

could not quite decipher.

was disowning Moore as one of the Scotts. He frowned at me and said,

“Idris, these are the Scotts‘ affairs. If you feel sorry for her, then take her to the Youngs. No one will

of my comments, as he called me

looked at him. “Is there anything

for he took

casual clothes my mother had picked for him

In a formal suit.

with a slight headache,

more troublesome than I thought. Your career’s a

Day Filled With Trivial and Miscellaneous

It seems Mr. Scott had his reasons for being