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…”

nudge me when we reach Lake City, okay?” I was not up for a chat about Idris, so sleep seemed like the best escape

hint, gave a little grunt, and we rode the

rolled in, the

the hospital. Unfortunately, luck was not on our side–Charlie was in surgery and not out yet. I did bump into Inch, though. He looked as if he had been through the

let out a sigh of relief and asked, “How did

I got back, I saw the landslide hit where you and Mr. Yates were. Lucky for me, I spotted the markers he

was unharmed, and I let out a breath I did not

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

say it’s not looking good. He already had a skin graft fail

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

body froze, a chill breaking out across my skin. This was way worse than

his face twisted in agony. “We’re just hoping he makes it through. If