Facade of Love

Chapter 91 Clearing Things Up

When my mother came in, I was staring blankly at the ceiling. She placed the pumpkin soup she had made beside me and looked around my bedroom before. asking, “Where’s Idris? Did he leave?”

I shook my head. Feeling an emptiness in my stomach, I sat up and began. sipping the soup on the chaise lounge.

My mother seemed hesitant to speak as she watched me eat.

I looked at her and said, “Mom, if you want to say something, just say it. Otherwise, you’ll feel uncomfortable holding it in.‘

After a pause, she said, “Since Moore came back from Old Manor, she’s been smashing things in her room. Just now, Little Sanchez mentioned that Idris went there. Is that true?”

I nodded. My mother already knew all she needed to know, and I had nothing to hide from her.

Her brows furrowed tightly.

With a grim expression, she tried to control her temper and said to me, “Today at the Youngs, I thought I misunderstood Idris and Moore, but now…” She took at deep breath, suddenly stood up, and left my bedroom.

I was caught off–guard by her sudden departure.

Soon after, there was a loud knocking sound coming from next door.

It was from Moore’s room.

Realizing what my mother was about to do, I quickly put down my bowl and ran out. However, it was too late. By the time I got there, the door to Moore’s room was already open, and my mother had entered.

Moore’s room was in utter disarray, with broken glass, overturned tables and chairs, cosmetics, and other items strewn all over

bed was

white nightgown, her fair and delicate feet bare. Perhaps she had stepped on the broken pieces in her emotional state, as there was a pool of blood around her feet, which were now wrapped

idris had just helped her

a knitted brow and a somewhat somber expression, was half–kneeling by her

of my mother and I caused both of them to look at us

unison.

Idris. There was a saying that went, “The more you try to explain,

moment perfectly illustrated this saying.

as if my mother and I had

temper, looked at her with pursed l*ps and

slightly frown. He stood up beside Moore, his demeanor noble and composed, and said

a fact, but it also carried a warning to my mother to not to

doctor or take her to the hospital. Idris, you’re Yvette’s husband. Is it

blunt words were quite embarrassing.

as a member of the Youngs, he quickly composed himself and

overstepped.”

the matter a big deal. Then, she turned to me and said, “Yvette, you and Idris should go back to Clearwater

was trying

this far, I felt that if I kept hesitating, it

use