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.

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

mirror by her bed was

she had stepped on the broken pieces in her emotional state, as there was a pool of blood around

idris had just helped her

somewhat somber expression, was half–kneeling by her feet, his furrowed brows filled with distress.

I caused both of them to

unison.

from Idris. There was a saying that went, “The

moment perfectly illustrated this

Moore spoke softly, looking pitiful and cautious as if my mother and I had

looked at her with pursed

beside Moore, his demeanor noble and composed, and said to my mother, “Moore’s injured.”

seemed to be merely stating a fact, but it also carried a warning to my mother to not to be

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

words were quite embarrassing.

a member of the Youngs, he quickly composed himself and said to my mother, “I acted inappropriately.

overstepped.”

a big deal. Then, she turned to me and said, “Yvette, you and

trying to send us away.

felt that if I kept hesitating, it would be of no

use