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.”

imposing figure around and walked away. I stood there for a

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

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

polite as always, “Grandma, how are you

“Much better, dear. I’m being discharged today. Yvette, what are you off to now? Iddy

so suddenly earlier, but now it clicked

we didn’t fight. I’m just swamped with stuff right now. Sorry, Grandma, but I might not make it to pick you up from the

repeating ‘I’m fine‘ a few times before adding, “Yvette, once you’re done, come over to the old manor for dinner, okay? I’ve had Mr. Zachary

Going to

lively when you

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

headache coming on. By saying yes to visiting the Youngs, it felt like I was signing up to move back into the

yet here we were,

on the spot. Madam Young had just been discharged from the hospital, and I could not be sure that if I let her down, it would not make her sick again. I’m

trapped but with no immediate solution, I decided to

I hopped in my

so hard I could not help but cough. Once the coughing fit passed, I scanned the room. Yesterday’s dinner sat untouched on the dining table, and the living room

clearly drowned her sorrows in