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?

my mom at the old mansion today to fetch Moore? Did

pregnancy and did not want her to stay in the mansion during her pregnancy?

was summoned

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

seemed that as she aged, she had grown fonder

laughing and

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

Moore. “I asked your mother to join 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 noticed something off about your condition. I spoke with Iddy and discovered you’ve been pregnant for some time. A pregnant woman living in

Young’s words were coated with concern, seemingly considering 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

crafty old fox, managing to make even

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

Idris frowned at Madam Young, voicing his displeasure. “Grandma,

child. You’re a good kid, but you need to prioritize.” Madam Young cut him off, continuing, “The Young Corporation has many matters that need attention, and Yvette needs your care. I know you have a kind

this while. It seemed that the fact that Moore was not carrying a child of the Youngs was what truly

a picture of deep hurt and pitifulness, yet she remained silent. It was obvious that she was unwilling to leave just like that, but at this point, her only option was to play the pitiful card.

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 sympathy, and standing against

Madam Young had laid out the situation so plainly that Moore could not even feign being the victim anymore. After all, even if she claimed that Noah was mistreating her, she could always go to the Scotts with her mother. Even though the Scotts were struggling now, they could still manage to

fault

and Idris, “It’s all for not being more attentive

my