Facade of Love

Chapter 165 You mistook her for me!

I paused, slightly dazed, and met Idris‘ gaze. “I’m fine,” I managed to say.

“Go see your grandma in her room. I’ll check on Moore,” he said, cutting me off before I could finish.

As he walked away, I felt oddly out of place. I had expected him to be furious or at least visibly upset about Moore’s predicament, but he seemed eerily calm, as if he was not about to blow up at me.

Moore had mentioned that Idris was planning to send her away, especially now that she was about to have a baby and we had just signed the divorce papers. Why would he still want to send her off?

I frowned, unable to make sense of it.

I bit my l*p and decided to stop overthinking it. I turned and made my way to Madam Young’s room.

Mr. Zachary had stepped out, leaving the door unguarded. Taking the opportunity, I pushed it open,

ready to spend some time chatting with Madam Young.

The moment I stepped into the room, I noticed a doctor by Madam Young’s bedside, seemingly busy with her medical care. “Doctor, how’s grandma doing today? She…” I began, but my words trailed off when I spotted the syringe he had quickly hidden. He had been doing something with Madam Young’s

drip.

A wave of dread washed over me, and I tried to scream.

In a flash, the doctor spun around, his hand clamping over my mouth before I could make a sound, dragging me toward the door.

make as much noise as

a loud

outside. “What’s happening in

someone shouted.

just as the man let go of me and bolted,

other

he made his escape.

to process what had just happened;

was on the scene in no time, but I was clueless about what he

Young’s drip.

Madam Young to

Zachary arrived just as they were taking Madam Young to surgery, concern etched on his face. What’s wrong with Madam Young?” he

filled him in, and I could see the worry cloud his

pulled out my phone to call

not get

to look for Idris.” Probably, Moore had some trouble, and he was there taking care of it, which was

straight for the maternity ward. After a bit of searching, I found out where Moore’s room was

a bit of bleeding, but it was not anything serious, and the baby was fine. They

she still managed to get a private room–clearly

sitting by the bed, his back to the door, so I could not quite

her eyes and looked

I did not want to butt in, but with Madam Young’s

both looked up at the