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.

and chairs, cosmetics, and other items strewn all over it. Everything breakable had been shattered, and everything

mirror by her bed was smashed

wearing a thin white nightgown, her fair and delicate feet bare. Perhaps she had stepped on the broken pieces

helped her with the injuries

somber expression, was half–kneeling by her feet, his furrowed

sudden appearance of my mother and I caused both of them

unison.

Moore moved awkwardly behind, distancing herself from Idris. There was a saying

moment perfectly illustrated this

looking pitiful and cautious as if my mother

with pursed l*ps and said, “Don’t you pretend to be innocent!”

slightly frown. He stood up beside Moore, his demeanor noble and composed, and said to my mother, “Moore’s injured.”

carried a warning to my mother to not to be

spoke gravely, “If she’s injured, call a doctor or take her to the hospital. Idris, you’re Yvette’s husband. Is it appropriate for you to be in and out of Moore’s room

were

the Youngs, he quickly composed himself and said to my

overstepped.”

intend to make the matter a big deal. Then, she turned to me and said, “Yvette, you and Idris should go back to Clearwater Residence. There are too many people here, and

trying to send

I felt that if I kept hesitating, it would be of

use