Facade of Love

Chapter 298 Cut Off?

A chill ran through me. The Youngs had kept this secret buried for so long. If it came out now… they could be in trouble.

Sir Young had passed away, leaving only Madam Young and Mr. Zachary in the know. If the truth resurfaced, the younger Youngs would likely be clueless.

Like Mom said, after all these years, digging up the past and linking it back to the Youngs would not be easy.

The Youngs were like an old tree with deep roots, untouchable even if the law reached their doorstep. The mining accident from years ago was just that—an accident. The guy in charge back then was not even the family’s head honcho, a fact that seemed to absolve them in the eyes of the community.

I sat there in silence, my thoughts a tangled mess. Over a hundred innocent lives on one side, and Idris on the other–I could not play judge and jury, nor could I pretend to be some detached outsider looking in.

My chest felt tight, so I gazed out the car window, inhaling a lungful of fresh air.

Ensio dropped us off at the station just in time to catch the train to Lake City. After we boarded, he drove off. My mom tried to start a conversation, “Yvette, you and Idris…”

gonna go to sleep. Just nudge me when we reach Lake City, okay?” I was not up for a chat about Idris, so sleep seemed like the best escape from the long ride ahead.

grunt, and we rode the rest of the

good four hours, and by the time we rolled in, the sun was dipping low. Marcus was there to meet us, and I was anxious about

He looked as if he had been through the wringer, with a banged–up face and mud all over his clothes. He must

out a sigh of relief and asked, “How did you make it back? Everything okay

just wanted to scout the roads nearby, but when I got back, I saw the landslide hit where you and Mr. Yates were. Lucky for me, I spotted the markers he had left, and that was how I found you guys. By then,

as I realized he was unharmed, and I let out a

at the ominous red light blinking outside the OR, I turned to Inch. “How’s Mr. Yates

as he met my gaze. “The docs say it’s not looking good. He already had a

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been burning up with fever for days, and the old wounds are just getting worse. Muscle atrophy is a real threat

breaking out across my skin. This was way worse than I had imagined. My voice came out raspy, barely a whisper, “Lose a limb…”

solemn nod, his face twisted in agony. “We’re just hoping he makes it through. If he loses his leg, he might not be able