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.

chairs, cosmetics,

bed was smashed

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

had just helped her with the injuries

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

caused both of them to

unison.

from Idris. There was a saying that went, “The more you try to explain, the worse things

at this moment perfectly illustrated this

looking pitiful and cautious as

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

made Idris slightly frown. He stood up beside Moore, his demeanor noble and composed, and

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

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 appropriate for

words were quite embarrassing.

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

overstepped.”

wanting to be 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 and said, “Yvette, you and Idris should go back to Clearwater Residence. There are too many people here, and you’re a

was trying to send us away.

things having come this far, I felt that if I kept hesitating, it would be of

use