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.

moving closer to Moore. I toyed with her disheveled hair, my smile not quite reaching my eyes. “Sister,

face froze, her eyes wide as she stared at me, disbelief etched on

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

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

Noah?” I asked, keeping my gaze

If he finds me abroad, he’ll kill me

I watched her, silently admiring her impressive

me. You resent how I treated you, how I upset our father. I was wrong, I truly was. If you

watching her act in silence, my

Old Manor? Or to stay close to Idris? What was she

what to do next, thinking I had

I cut in, narrowing my eyes as I studied her every

taken aback at first, a few seconds of panic flashing across her face before being replaced by

don’t understand what you’re