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.

a glimpse of the machine that showed her heartbeat going haywire as I fought back, trying to make as much noise as possible. In the

a loud

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

someone shouted.

door burst open just as the man let go of me and bolted, knocking

other

he made his

what had just happened; I called out for help to

no time, but I

Young’s drip.

Young to the ER right

to surgery, concern etched on his face. What’s wrong

him in, and I could see the worry cloud his

my phone

not get

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

maternity ward. After a bit of searching, I found

that Moore had a bit of bleeding, but it was not anything serious, and the baby was fine. They had her on an IV in the ward to

she still managed to get a

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

had tears in her eyes and looked like she

want to butt in, but

up at the