Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Rich Friend 

The bedroom door opened, and Inch entered, handing me my bag and saying, “Your phone should be in there. It’s been ringing constantly. It must be your family trying to reach you.” 

I nodded, thanked him softly, then took out my phone to check it. There were several missed calls from my mother, Sweety, Maxwell, and… Idris. 

After looking at the call displays, I returned each call to assure them of my safety. When it came to Idris, however, I closed the phone without calling back and looked up at Inch, asking, “Where is this place?” 

He paused, smiled, and explained, “It’s my friend’s house. Since you were unconscious and had been drugged, and there was also the issue with that man’s b*dy, he let you stay here and arranged for a private doctor to treat you.” 

Hearing this, I asked, “And your friend? Can I meet him to thank him in person?” 

Inch hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “Now? He might be a bit busy. You should rest first. You’ve just woken up, and your b*dy hasn’t fully recovered.” 

I smiled slightly, shook my head, and prepared to get out of bed, but he hurriedly stopped me, saying, “Your b*dy hasn’t recovered yet…” 

“It’s okay. I’m much better now. I shouldn’t trouble you any longer,” I said, getting out of bed. I felt a bit weak, but fortunately, it was nothing too serious. 

Looking at Inch, I said, “Thank you for saving me and for taking care of such a big problem. If there’s anything you need my help with in the future, just let me know, and I’ll do my best.” 

He shook his head. Seeing that I was determined to leave, he offered, “Let me send you off instead.” 

He then helped me out of the bedroom. The villa was even more luxurious and extravagant than I had imagined. I looked around and said to Inch, “What’s your friend’s name? I’d like to invite you both for a meal to thank you personally. Please pass on my message.” 

Inch glanced toward a door not far from the bedroom, pausing slightly before replying, ” Okay.” 

I noticed his gaze and guessed that his friend might be busy in that room. Thinking it would be rude to disturb him, I decided to formally express my gratitude another time. 

After leaving the villa, it was not long before Maxwell’s car arrived. He helped me into the car, thanked Inch, and then drove me away. 

In the car. 

Maxwell inquired about what had happened at the abandoned factory. After I finished explaining, he gasped deeply and said, “Moore is really ruthless, not even sparing her own flesh and blood.” 

I pursed my l*ps, refraining from commenting, and simply asked, “How is she now?” 

“Last I heard, she was in the emergency room. I’m unclear about the situation,” Maxwell reported the events of that day. “When Sweety and I arrived, Idris was already there. At that time, only Moore was lying in a pool of blood, and neither you nor Noah were present. 

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Thinking that Noah had taken you, Idris let the ambulance take Moore away and then searched for you with the police near the factory. But it seemed like someone had deliberately destroyed evidence in the vicinity, making it impossible to find any clues.” 

As he said this, he frowned at me. “Who is this friend of yours? That mansion we just left doesn’t come cheap in Lake City, not to mention the cars parked in the garage and the b*dyguards around. What does he do? He looks pretty young. A rich heir, perhaps?” 

The friend he was referring to was Inch. I slightly shook my head and replied, “None of those things are my friend’s. I didn’t see the actual owner. He must be quite busy.” 

Maxwell furrowed his brow. “A friend of a friend?” He paused, then said, “A mere stranger not only saves you but also brings you to his house, hires a private doctor, and even handles a dead b*dy for you all because of a friend? And you haven’t even met this friend of a friend?” 

I nodded, not sure what else to say. As for Inch, all I could think of was that his friend must be very close to him. Beyond that, I could not think of any other reason. 

Not wanting to dwell on this topic, I said, “I’m okay now. You don’t need to continue 

investigating with the police. As for Moore, ask Uncle Marcus to have someone keep an eye on her.” 

If she woke up and realized she had killed her own husband and child to frame me, yet I managed to emerge unscathed, she might go insane.