Facade of Love

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Driven Out of Scott Residence

In the courtyard, a cold wind howled, and I stood there, at a loss.

After standing in the yard for a while, I finally entered the villa. All that talk, and it was back to square one because of a child.

Inside the villa, Moore’s belongings were placed in the living room. She had changed her clothes, and my mother sat there with a stern face, utterly silent.

When Idris returned to the villa, Moore approached him, her eyes red with tears.

She did not say anything, but her look clearly showed she felt wronged.

Seeing her like this, Idris frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?” His eyes briefly swept over her packed–up belongings.

Tears welling in her eyes, Moore choked up and said to Idris, “Iddy, I… I don’t have a home anymore.”

Idris frowned as he looked toward my mother with dark, questioning eyes.

to me instead. Seeing my face. red from the cold, she wrapped the cloak she had prepared around me

and Moore’s unusual behavior. Looking at

everything was okay, then looked at Idris and Moore and calmly said, “I’ve said what needed to be said. Moore, I’ve raised you for over twenty years. The Scotts have never mistreated you, nor do we owe you anything. From now on, you’re no longer a part of the Scott family.” Then she looked at Idris and continued, “Idris, as for your affairs with Yvette, ast an elder, I shouldn’t interfere. But as a mother, I can’t stand to see my child wronged. When we entrusted Yvette to you, we hoped you would treat her well. But now, it seems you might not be able to do that. I don’t blame you. Since you have someone else you want to take care of, Yvette will no longer have anything to do with you. In relationships, it’s most dignified to part

all that needed

said to my

really haven’t done.

has done nothing

mother was about to say something, but I held her back, stood up, and looked at Moore. “Moore, are

and her expression darkened.

indifferently said, “Stop the act now. Otherwise, you’ll miss your chance.”

somber gaze, and

a reason to cling to Idris? Her fake crying was just to make herself seem pitiful. I was

a short while when I heard the sound of a car leaving the yard. I knew without looking

Knock, knock!

at

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