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.

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

bed was smashed to

pieces in her

had just helped her

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

mother and I caused both of them

unison.

saying that went, “The more you try to explain, the worse things get.”

this moment perfectly illustrated this saying.

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

looked at her with

slightly frown. He stood up beside Moore, his

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. Is it

words were quite embarrassing.

the Youngs, he quickly

overstepped.”

turned to me and said, “Yvette, you and Idris should go back to Clearwater Residence. There are too many people here, and you’re a light sleeper. You won’t rest well at night.”

my mother was trying

felt that if I kept

use