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.

up and take some food over to him so he would not

get ready, and after changing, I casually checked my phone. That’s when I noticed several

[Yvette, let’s meet.]

this, Idris that. Two sisters scrapping over a guy? Yawn. Anyway, Idris and I were history now, so her crush on him was her problem,

to rehash your soap opera with Idris. If we’re gonna chat, it’ll only be about that time you shipped me off

blocked Moore faster than you could say

Mom had made and headed to Scott Corporation. Maxwell was a genius, turning the

Caleb and Benett.

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

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

open the box. “Aunt Deb’s

desk, eyeing

nodded, mouth full, and managed a garbled, “Yep, just gotta chat with the project heads now.”

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

a thumbs–up. “Nice.”

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