Facade of Love

Chapter 215 Going to the Old Manor

Idris squinted those killer eyes, his voice low and kinda hypnotic, “You know, if you stop with the hexes, I might just hold up alright.”

Seriously?

I thought he had a concussion. How did he look like nothing was wrong?

Seeing that he was okay and nothing serious was wrong, I said, “If you’re fine, I’ve got stuff to do, so I’m heading out.”

I was about to leave when the guy stepped in front of me. I looked up at him, my eyebrows knitting together. “Anything else?”

He gazed down at me, his voice surprisingly soothing. “Grandma’s getting out of the hospital today, and I’m supposed to pick her up. What do you think I should tell her if she asks about this injury? How should I explain it?”

I frowned, annoyed, but kept my cool and said with patience, “Just spit it out. What do you need from me?”

He could tell I was losing my patience, so he got to the point. “Come with me to get Grandma from the hospital, then we’ll head to the old manor.”

“I’ll go with you to get Grandma, but staying at the old manor? Look, we’re divorced. Grandma’s going to have to learn about it sooner or later.” I could not for the life of me understand why he had to make a simple thing so complicated.

He narrowed his eyes, did not reply, and after a long pause, he said coldly, “If you don’t want to go, then go take care of your own business.”

turned his tall, imposing figure around and walked away. I stood there for a second, frowning. Was he really

leave, all that was left for me was the sight of his bandaged head. I bit my lip, shook off the confusion,

when my phone started ringing. It was Madam Young from the Young

polite as always, “Grandma, how are

I’m being discharged today. Yvette, what are you off to now? Iddy told

dashed off so suddenly earlier, but now it clicked -he had gone to see

my lip, fighting the urge to go off about guys, and after a quick think, I said, “Nope, we didn’t fight. I’m just swamped with stuff right now. Sorry, Grandma, but I might

a few times before adding, “Yvette, once you’re done, come over to the old manor for dinner,

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hope that I could not ignore. I had never been great

yes to visiting the Youngs, it felt like I was signing up to move back into the

we were, still tangled up in each other’s lives. It was exasperating.

unable to come up with a good excuse on the spot. Madam Young had just been discharged from the hospital, and I could not be sure that if I let her

with no immediate solution, I decided to just play it

got a moment, I hopped in my

but cough. Once the coughing fit passed, I scanned the room. Yesterday’s dinner sat untouched on the dining table, and

drowned her