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.

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

froze, her eyes wide as she stared at me, disbelief etched on her features. “What did Iddy tell you?”

offered a faint smile. “He confessed that the baby isn’t his. He also promised to build a

to plead. “Yvette, I know I’ve wronged you. If Iddy has told you everything, then there’s no need for you to send me abroad, right? I pose

keeping my gaze

me abroad, he’ll kill me and the baby. He’s heartless, he doesn’t care

her, silently

as 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, let me safely give birth in the old house, I promise

l*ps together, watching her act in silence,

Was it to stay at the Youngs Old Manor?

me, unsure of what to do next, thinking I

you really after?” I cut in, narrowing my eyes as I

first, a few seconds of panic flashing across her face before being replaced by a look of confusion. She stared

understand what you’re