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.

disarray, with broken glass, overturned tables and chairs, cosmetics, and other items strewn all over it. Everything breakable had been shattered, and

vanity mirror by her bed was smashed

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

idris had just helped her

with a knitted brow and a somewhat somber expression, was half–kneeling by her feet, his furrowed

mother and I caused both of

unison.

us, Moore moved awkwardly behind, distancing herself from Idris. There was a saying that went, “The more you try to explain, the worse things

moment perfectly illustrated

looking pitiful and cautious as if my mother

mother, unable to suppress her temper, looked at her with pursed l*ps and

He stood up beside Moore, his

merely stating a fact, but it also carried a warning to

hospital. Idris, you’re Yvette’s husband. Is it

were quite

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

overstepped.”

her tone. She did not intend to make the matter a big deal. Then, she turned to me and said,

my mother was trying to send us

that if I

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