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.”

walked away. I stood there for a second,

I watched him leave, all that was left for me was the sight of his bandaged head.

just gotten into my car when my phone started

always, “Grandma, how are you feeling?”

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

not figure out why Idris had dashed off so suddenly earlier, but now it clicked -he had gone

the urge to go off about guys, and after a quick think, I said, “Nope, we didn’t fight. I’m just

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

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when you get

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never been great at saying no, so all I managed

like I was signing up to move back into the old manor, bumping into Idris at every turn, and maybe even sharing

loud, and yet here we were, still

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 down, it would not make her sick again. I’m no saint,

with no immediate solution, I decided to just play it by

a moment, I hopped in my car and

boozy stench hit me 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 was a graveyard of empty bottles

drowned her