Facade of Love

Chapter 77 Moore’s Diminished Arrogance

Her sobs grew louder, her voice choked with emotion. “Yvette, please, have mercy on me and my unborn child, will you?”

I watched her, her cries tearing at my heart. I could not help but wonder what she was planning this time.

Stepping back, I looked at her and asked calmly, “Why don’t you want to leave the country?”

She sobbed, her usual pretense gone, replaced by a pitiful sight. “I’m scared… of Noah. He forced me to leave the country years ago. The two years I spent with him were filled with endless torment. I barely managed to escape and return here. I don’t want to go back. If he finds me now, not just me, but my unborn child won’t survive either. Yvette, you’re about to become a mother too. Please, I beg you, don’t make me leave the country. Please, save me and my child.”

I watched her, my l*ps pressed together. If I had not overheard her conversation with Noah that day in the small building, I might have believed her now.

As I watched her tear-streaked face, a picture of utter despair, I did not rush to respond. Instead, I turned to Idris and asked, “Is there any chamomile tea left? Could you prepare a serving for her?”

Idris furrowed his brows, clearly puzzled by my request at such a moment. But seeing my steady gaze on him, he nodded and headed for the kitchen.

down, moving closer to Moore. I toyed with her disheveled hair, my smile not quite reaching my eyes. “Sister, drop the act. Idris spilled everything. If the baby you’re carrying is Noah’s, how could he bear to

face froze, her eyes wide as she stared at me, disbelief etched on her features. “What

He also promised to build a good life with me.

told you everything, then there’s no need for you to send me abroad, right? I pose no threat to you. Please, just let me stay in the old house until the baby is safely born. If I leave the country, neither I nor the baby will survive. Yvette, I know you despise

keeping my gaze steady on

a mask of terror. “Noah is a monster. If he finds me abroad, he’ll kill me and the baby. He’s heartless, he

watched her, silently admiring her impressive performance.

she nodded, desperate for me to believe her. “Yvette, I know you resent me. You resent how I treated you, how I upset our father. I was wrong, I truly was. If you just let me stay here,

l*ps together, watching her act in silence, my mind racing. Why

the Youngs Old Manor? Or to stay close to Idris? What was she really after?

to do next, thinking I had gone soft. She turned to me

after?” I cut in, narrowing my eyes as I studied

first, a few seconds of panic flashing across her face before being replaced by a look of confusion. She stared at me, bewildered, and stammered, “Yvette,

what you’re saying. ”