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.

as I fought back, trying to make as much noise as possible. In the scuffle, my hand hit a vase, sending it crashing to the

a loud crash.

caught the attention of people outside. “What’s happening in there?

someone shouted.

let go of me and bolted, knocking over the unsuspecting

the other

ensuing chaos, he made his

what had just happened; I called

team was on the scene in no time, but I was clueless

Young’s drip.

to the ER

Madam Young to surgery, concern etched

I could see the worry cloud

phone to

get through to Idris.

trouble, and he was there taking care of it, which was why he

bit of searching, I found out where Moore’s room was and

and the baby was

was open. In this packed hospital, she still managed to get a private room–clearly Idris’s handiwork.

to the door, so I could not quite catch

in her eyes and looked like she

not want to butt in, but with Madam

looked up at