Facade of Love

Chapter 163 No Strings Attached

The words seemed normal at first, but they left me feeling cold. I shivered without meaning to and replied, “No need for that.”

I ended the call, pressing down the unease in my chest. I took a deep breath and felt a sudden lightness wash over me.

“It’s actually a divorce certificate,” my mom said, giving me a sideways look. “And these properties and bank cards are…?”

“They’re from Idris,” I said with a shrug.

Her eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Scott Corporation may be struggling, but we don’t need these. All that matters is that he’s good to you from now on. You should give them back to him.”

I knew what was on my mom’s mind and smiled. “It’s probably too late to return them. If he wanted to give them, let’s just keep them. Think of it as him buying a clear conscience.” It was his way of making up for the child we lost without cause.

Mom pressed her l*ps together and let out a heavy sigh. “Alright. When there’s nothing owed, it’s easier to part ways cleanly.”

That’s right, no debts meant no lingering ties or conflicts.

It was the weekend, and Maxwell had left early for Scott Corporation to put in some overtime. Mom had made breakfast, but he’d barely eaten before heading out.

freshen up and take some food over to him so

after changing, I casually checked my

[Yvette, let’s meet.]

this, Idris that. Two sisters scrapping over a guy? Yawn. Anyway, Idris and I were history

with Idris. If we’re gonna chat, it’ll only be about that time you shipped me off to the border five years ago. But hey, you’re pregnant, so I’ll hold off. We’ll settle things after your kid’s born,

Moore faster than you could say ‘ghosted.‘

Scott Corporation. Maxwell was a genius, turning the company from zero to hero in

Caleb and Benett.

office, I dropped the food on Maxwell’s desk. He peered

flopping into a chair. “Mom’s convinced you’re on the brink of starvation, so she made me your delivery

box.

eyeing the details. “Working on bids for

a garbled, “Yep, just

up the info Idris had given me, I fished out the documents from my bag and handed them to him. “You’ll find a few project leaders‘ details in here. Plus, I got Mr. Taters to help us out with a little setup. Once you’ve got your bid ready, we can all get together and hash it

a thumbs–up.

out of my bag, and he frowned. “Divorce certificate? You and Idris