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,

at me,

the baby isn’t his. He also

instead, she continued 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 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

keeping my gaze steady on

her face a mask of terror. “Noah is a monster. If he finds me abroad, he’ll kill me and the baby. He’s heartless, he doesn’t care whether the baby is

her, silently admiring

believe her. “Yvette, I know you resent me. You resent how I treated you, how I upset our father. I

watching her act in silence, my mind racing. Why

suddenly? Was it to stay at the Youngs Old Manor? Or to

long. She looked at me, unsure of what to do next, thinking I had gone soft. She turned to me and started, “Yvette,

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

a few seconds of panic flashing across her face before being replaced

I don’t understand what