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

elsewhere.”

anger now that my mother was not

I said, “Home? Moore, do you really think that just because you lived here for over

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

of Idris that 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

with you anymore.”

eyes fixed on me, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and other complex emotions that

could not quite decipher.

the Scotts. He frowned at me and said, “Yvette, she is after all your sister. Don’t you

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

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

and looked at him. “Is there anything else,

had exasperated him, for he took Moore and

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

In a formal suit.

a slight

next to me and said, “Your situation is even more troublesome than I thought. Your career’s a

Filled With Trivial and Miscellaneous

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