Facade of Love

Chapter 86 Moore made to leave the Old Manor

Instinctively, I glanced down at the Scott Corporation building and saw Mr. Zachary standing there, phone in hand. Seeing this, I quickly responded, “Alright, I got it.” I hung up, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs. In Mr. Zachary’s car, I could not help but wonder why Madam Young was in such a rush for me to visit the old manor. She had given me a month. There was no need for such urgency.

Mr. Zachary guided me into Madam Young’s courtyard. The chill of the weather was quickly forgotten as we entered the house, where a fire was crackling, spreading warmth throughout. As the door swung open, I was taken aback to see my mother already there. “Mom, why are you here?” I asked, surprised.

My mother, after a brief glance at Madam Young, hesitated before replying, “I came to see you and… Moore.” Moore? Was she the reason for my mother’s unexpected visit?

Madam Young, her eyes still radiating kindness, invited me, “Yvette, come sit. It’s chilly outside, come warm your hands.” She beckoned me over with a wave of her hand, the picture of a benevolent elder.

I nodded and took a seat next to my mother. Madam Young turned to Mr. Zachary, inquiring, Has Iddy arrived yet?”

Mr. Zachary nodded. “I’ve informed him. Mr. Young will be back shortly.” Madam Young nodded, her gaze shifting to my mother. “Dear, Iddy will be here soon. Could you and Yvette kindly wait a bit longer?”

My mother nodded, her face showing a hint of apology. “Madam Young, there’s no need for such formalities. If anyone’s caused trouble, it’s us for not disciplining our child properly.”

I was puzzled by my mother’s sudden appearance at the old manor.

In a hushed voice, I asked, “Mom, what’s happening?” Just as she was about to respond, Idris walked in. Seeing both me and my mother, he looked surprised but quickly recovered, greeting my mother and Madam Young politely before taking a seat.

The room was filled with a serious atmosphere, and I was still in the dark about what was going on. Suddenly, Madam Young turned to Mr. Zachary. “Go to the side courtyard and bring Ms. Scott. Tell her Deborah is here for her.”

Mr. Zachary nodded and left with a respectful bow.

Here for her?

to fetch Moore? Did Madam Young ask my mom to

did not want her to stay in the

was summoned from the side courtyard.

Young asked Mr. Zachary to fetch some drinks. She then turned to my mother. “It’s a rare occasion that you’re here today. Stay for dinner. The kids at home are planning a birthday feast for me one of these days. You should join

forgotten that Madam Young’s eightieth birthday was approaching. It seemed that as she

exchanged pleasantries with Madam Young, laughing and chatting. The atmosphere

expected, it was not long before Idris turned to Madam Young and asked, “Grandma, is there something you wanted to discuss

us today primarily to ensure your safety. I was unaware of your pregnancy. I only knew you had a fondness for my old mansion, so I allowed you to stay. After all, you’re Yvette’s sister, which makes us practically family. But recently, I’ve

Moore’s safety in every sentence. Everyone could discern the underlying message though: she was subtly suggesting Moore pack her things and leave the mansion with her

fox, managing to make even evictions sound noble.

hands, resting on her lap, were clenched together, her knuckles whitening

Idris frowned at Madam Young, voicing his displeasure.

and Yvette needs your care. I know you have a

taken on a stormy expression, clearly, she had been holding back her anger all this while. It seemed that the fact that Moore was not carrying a child of the Youngs was what truly infuriated

remained silent. It was obvious that she was unwilling

now it made sense. If she had not gathered everyone, Madam Young would have simply sent Moore away, and Moore would have undoubtedly caused a scene, portraying herself as a pitiful figure, winning Idris’s

Noah was mistreating her, she could always go to

fault

addressed Madam Young and Idris, “It’s all for not being more attentive as

my