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.

hair, my smile not quite reaching my eyes. “Sister, drop the act. Idris spilled everything. If the baby you’re carrying is

wide as she stared at me, disbelief etched on her features. “What did

He also promised to build a good life with me. So, you must leave.”

as she had before, but 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

asked, keeping my gaze steady

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

that so?” I watched her, silently admiring her

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 I won’t interfere

pressed my l*ps together, watching her act in silence, my mind

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

of what to do

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

before being replaced by a look of

don’t understand what you’re saying.