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.

of the machine that showed her heartbeat going haywire as I fought back, trying to make as much noise as possible. In the scuffle, my hand hit a vase, sending

a loud

of people outside. “What’s happening

someone shouted.

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

other

chaos, he

did not have time to process what had just happened; I called out for help to the newcomers. The

no time, but I was

Young’s drip.

Madam Young to the

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

and I could see the worry cloud his

phone to

get through

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

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

it was not anything serious, and the baby

still managed

back to the door, so I could

looked like she had been fighting with

not want to butt in, but with

looked up at the