Facade of Love

Chapter 28

Chapter 28 Shameless

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, I really did not know what to say to her. I simply said bluntly, “The Youngs‘ old manor has a doctor and other people. Don’t worry, you won’t die.”

Upon hearing my voice, Moore paused before her tone changed from coquettish to furious. She shouted, “Yvette, who

who gave you permission to touch Iddy’s phone? Where’s Iddy?”

My eardrums were nearly ruptured by her yelling. I moved the phone slightly away from my ear, glanced at Idris who was still pretending to be asleep, and said into the phone, “You mean Idris? He just worked up a sweat and is taking a shower. Why don’t you call back later?”

“Yvette, you’re so shameless!” The person on the other end of the phone yelled without any regard. She was probably running on no sleep and in a foul mood.

Luckily, I had the foresight to hold the phone away from my ear. After she finished yelling, I chuckled and said, “Shameless? Moore, Idris and I are legally married. What’s so shameless about a married couple getting in some morning exercise? Compared to the incestuous drama between you and your brother–in–law, I think I’m pretty normal, no?”

I hung up before she could yell anymore. I looked at Idris, who had opened his eyes and was staring at me. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, I said, “I didn’t mean to provoke her, but she started it.

You heard her. She called me shameless.”

“Morning exercise?” He suddenly spoke, casually uttering the two words. His handsome eyebrows lifted in a seemingly amused manner. “Yvette, should I take your words seriously?”

I…

Well, talk about being shameless…

I had thought that Moore moving into the Youngs‘ old manor would at least make her quiet down, but I had underestimated her determination to marry Idris.

When I received a call from my mother, I was in a meeting at Scott Corporation. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

My mother’s voice was so anxious and tinged with tears that I headed straight for the hospital after hanging up the phone.

At the hospital.

My mother was waiting outside the emergency room, her eyes swollen from crying. When she saw

me, her tears flowed anew.

I took a tissue from my bag to wipe her tears and asked, “Mom, what happened? Why was he suddenly taken into the emergency room?‘

When I asked, she frowned, looked at me for a moment, and said, “Yvette, tell me, what’s going on between you and Idris? What do the Youngs plan to do?”

I was a bit confused. “Mom, what are you talking about?”

Seeing my reaction, she looked at me with eyes full of concern and said, “Yvette, I know what happened five years ago. Whatever happened has happened, and there’s no changing it now. I know you didn’t tell us to keep us from worrying, but Moore came earlier and told us everything. I just want to know what you’re planning to do next.”

Moore had come over?

Uncertain about what Moore had actually told them, I paused before saying, “Mom, Madam Young does indeed know about what happened five years ago, but don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

“How will you handle it?” My mother became anxious. “Madam Young cares about honor and dignity above all else. Now that she knows, she’ll definitely force you to divorce Idris.”

I reassured my mother with a faint smile. “Mom, don’t worry. I’m pregnant. The Youngs won’t force me to divorce him, so don’t worry.”

“You’re pregnant?” My mother was struck with delight. She wiped the tears from her face and said, “ Why didn’t you tell us? When did this happen? How far along are you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Is there anything you’re craving?”

Poor parents, always worrying. My mother rattled off a series of questions. I could not help but smile and say, “Mom, calm down, it’s only been two months. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

After speaking, I looked at the tightly closed door of the operating room and asked, “He… Did he end up in the emergency room because the Youngs found out about what happened five years ago?”

My mother nodded, tugged on my hand, and said earnestly, “Yes, Moore just told him, and he got so agitated that he spat out blood. He’s worried about you. We both know how much the Youngs care about these things. Your father had to pull all sorts of strings to keep it from them back then. Now that they’ve somehow found out, they’ll definitely make life difficult for you, so he got worried and had an episode.”

I looked at the door of the emergency room, l*ps pressed tightly together, not saying a word.

Seeing me like this, my mother sighed. “Yvette, listen to me. He’s your father, not some stranger. He’d been strict with you all these years for your own good. Don’t resent him. More than anyone else, he’s

afraid something will happen to you. That’s why he’s always been so demanding, afraid you’ll

make even the smallest mistake.”

I turned my gaze back to my mother, nodded slightly, and asked, “Mom, did Moore say anything else to you?”