Facade of Love

Chapter 87 Madam Young Lays Down the Law

Madam Young’s words were airtight, each one a clear message to Idris to stay out of Moore’s business.

I finally got it. Madam Young was dead set on making Moore leave the old mansion today.

I did not need to see Moore’s face to know how upset she must be.

Right now, she did not have a say in the matter, nor the right to refuse Madam Young’s demand.

Probably realizing that she had to leave today, the usually quiet Moore turned to Madam Young and said, “Grandma, I appreciate you and Iddy looking after me. I overstepped, I shouldn’t have been so taken with the beauty of this old mansion and stayed so long. I had planned to go home and be with my mother a few days ago, but I did not expect to find myself pregnant. The shock made me stay a few more days. Luckily, my mother is here today, so I’ll go home with her later.”

I had to hand it to Moore. In such a situation, she could still say these grand words without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation, creating an exit for herself.

Seeing her speak up, Madam Young promptly asked Mr. Zachary to help Moore pack her things.

After giving Mr. Zachary his instructions, she turned to her mother and said, “Deborah, since you’re here, why not stay for dinner?”

the invitation, insisting that she had matters to attend to at home and needed to return early. Both were masters of the art of evasion, one feigning hospitality to retain guests, the other feigning

no time, Moore’s belongings were all packed. After exchanging a few polite words, my mother left the Youngs’ residence with Moore. I, however, was

Madam Young had sent Moore away, Idris, being the person he was,

not utter another word and chose to stay back with me. “Iddy, do attend to your matters. I have a few heartfelt words to share

before he left, his voice low

and I were not so deeply in love that we could not bear

because Moore had

thought, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, a kind of tiredness that was hard to put into words, idris left.

a cup of tea, her gaze steady on me. “Sit down. I heard about the Scott Corporation. Have you figured

head.

escaping her l*ps. “Once the matter is clear, it will be easy to handle if you know where the money has gone.” She looked up at me. “You are quite capable. It’s

with Idris. I took the initiative and said, “Grandma,

at me, asking, “Even knowing that Moore’s baby isn’t Idris’s, do you

aback, a bit bewildered. Wasn’t the divorce her idea? Why

pressed