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

mirror by her bed was smashed

pieces in her emotional state, as there was a pool of blood around her feet, which were

had just helped her with

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

appearance of my mother and I caused both

unison.

was a saying

moment perfectly illustrated this saying.

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

with pursed l*ps and said, “Don’t you pretend

beside Moore, his demeanor

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

mother pursed her l*ps and spoke gravely, “If she’s injured, call a doctor or take her to the hospital. Idris, you’re Yvette’s husband.

words were quite embarrassing.

member of the Youngs, he quickly composed himself and

overstepped.”

too harsh on him, my mother took a deep breath and softened. her tone. She did not intend to make the matter a big deal. Then, she turned to me

my mother was trying

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

use