Facade of Love

Chapter 97 Perhaps It’s Time to Fight for Myself

It took me a while to recover from the shock of discovering I was pregnant. I looked at him and said, “Tonight seems to be Madam Young’s birthday banquet.”

He frowned. “Madam Young? Who?”

My phone rang at that moment. Without responding to Maxwell, I answered the call. It was Idris.

His deep and restrained voice came through the phone. “Where are you?”

“At the hospital,” I said, unconsciously clutching the ultrasound report.

There was a slight pause on the other end before he continued, “Grandma’s birthday banquet is tonight. I’ll come pick you up.”

I pursed my l*ps, silent for a moment before responding, “Okay.”

After hanging up, I looked at the ultrasound report in my hand, still somewhat dazed. Why did this child come at this time?

“What did the check–up reveal? You look so scared,” Maxwell said, taking the ultrasound report from my hand. After a quick glance, finding nothing unusual, he frowned at me. “Yvette, six weeks?”

Noticing the timeline inconsistency, he frowned, his handsome eyes fixated on

me

“How come it says six weeks? Weren’t you almost three months pregnant? How

said, gathering my emotions. Taking the ultrasound report back from him, I

listening, he looked incredulous, his mouth twitching. “Madam Young really knows how to play, huh? She could come up with such a thing. But now

the hospital. I was at a

been hesitant about divorcing Idris, and now, with a real child suddenly appearing, it made me even more uncertain about

now, on

Idris. He had

father during the

relationship might have. slowly evolved into a harmonious marriage.

have been nice with

toward me, perhaps

the past could be clarified. I could explain things

way, I felt much better. Nothing had reached an irreversible stage.

to pick me up to go to the Youngs‘

“What? Afraid that Idris will get jealous seeing me with

waste of your time to stay here. Better

left to drive away

long before Idris

for him at the hospital entrance. After getting in the car, he drove straight to the Youngs Old Manor.

not speak much

hour later.

the Youngs Old Manor, Mr. Zachary was greeting guests at the front gate.. Many had arrived. Seeing me and Idris, Mr. Zachary smiled and came forward. ” Mr. Young, Mrs. Young, Madam Young is waiting in the inner courtyard. Please go