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?

at the old mansion today to fetch Moore? Did

about Moore’s pregnancy and did not want her to stay

Moore was summoned from the

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

was approaching. It seemed

laughing and chatting. The atmosphere seemed to lighten.

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

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 my old mansion without proper care, if anything were to happen, it would be difficult for me to face your mother at

discern the underlying

indeed a crafty old fox, managing to make

ashen, her l*ps pressed tightly together. Her hands, resting on her lap, were clenched together, her knuckles whitening

at Madam Young, voicing his displeasure.

that need attention, and Yvette needs your care. I know you have a kind heart, but Moore is a married woman. If she continues to live here, what

already 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 her, otherwise, she would not

was so tense that it was almost suffocating. Moore’s face was 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

Young had gathered everyone here, but 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,

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

fault

Idris, “It’s all for not being more attentive as a mother. I’ve caused you trouble these past days. Moore, too,

my