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.

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

loud crash.

people outside. “What’s happening in there? Go check it out!”

someone shouted.

just as the man let go of me and bolted, knocking over the

the other

ensuing chaos, he made

not have time to process what had just happened; I called out

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

Young’s drip.

they rushed Madam Young to the ER right

taking Madam Young to surgery, concern etched

could see the

quickly pulled out my phone to

could not get through

look for Idris.” Probably, Moore had some trouble, and he was there taking care of it, which was why he missed Mr. Zachary’s call.

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

serious, and the baby was fine. They had her on an IV in

still managed to get a private room–clearly Idris’s handiwork.

was sitting by the bed, his back to the door, so I could

though, had tears in her eyes and looked like she had been fighting with Idris.

not want to butt in, but with Madam Young’s situation critical, I had to.

both looked up at