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.

and take some food over to him so he would not go hungry.

and after changing, I casually checked my

[Yvette, let’s meet.]

less about her drama. Every time we met, it was Idris this, Idris that. Two sisters scrapping over a guy? Yawn. Anyway, Idris and I were history

your soap opera 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

Corporation. Maxwell was a genius, turning the company from zero to hero in a month with a cool

Caleb and Benett.

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

flopping into a chair. “Mom’s convinced you’re on the brink of

cracking open the box. “Aunt Deb’s the best.”

his desk, eyeing the details. “Working on bids

full, and managed a garbled, “Yep, just gotta chat

project leaders‘ details in here. Plus, I got Mr. Taters to help us

me a thumbs–up.

eyes landed on another paper peeking out of my bag, and he frowned.