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.

and said, “You

elsewhere.”

home too!” Stifled by my mother’s scolding, Moore erupted in anger

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

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

she was adopted by 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 don’t step into the Scotts‘ household again and upset my mother. Stay away from us, and live the life you want. The Scotts have

with you anymore.”

face turned pale. Her eyes fixed on me, filled with

could not quite decipher.

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

“Idris, these are the Scotts‘ affairs. If you feel sorry for her, then take

seemed to have angered him with one of my comments, as he called

and looked at him. “Is

for he

Maxwell came downstairs after changing into fresh clothing. The light–colored casual clothes my mother had picked for him were rather

In a formal suit.

with a slight headache, I responded absentmindedly,

even more troublesome than I thought. Your career’s a

A Day Filled With Trivial and

shambles. It seems Mr. Scott had