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.”

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

was the sight of his bandaged head. I bit my lip, shook off the confusion, and walked out of

car when my phone started ringing. It was

polite as always, “Grandma,

Yvette, what are you off to now? Iddy told me you came by the hospital and then left. Did you two have

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

quick think, I said, “Nope, we didn’t fight. I’m just swamped with stuff

fine‘ a few times before adding, “Yvette, once you’re done, come over to

215 Going to the Old

when you get back.”

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an undercurrent of hope that I could not ignore. I had never been great at saying no, so all I managed was a noncommittal

felt like I was signing up

divorced, for crying out loud, and yet here we were, still tangled up in each other’s lives. It was

hospital, and I could not be sure that if I let her down, it would not make her sick again. I’m no saint, but I did not want to be the villain

no immediate solution, I decided to just

I got a moment, I hopped in my car and headed for my refuge,

could not help but cough. Once the coughing fit passed, I scanned the room. Yesterday’s

had clearly drowned her