Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Call Him Over 

I smiled gently and quickly shook my head, saying, “Grandma, you’ve misunderstood. I came to see you, not to complain about him. I know he’s busy, and I don’t blame him for not coming home.” 

Madam Young chatted warmly with me, either silently praising me for being understanding or blaming herself for being too harsh on me in the past two years. 

She had said these words many times before, and I had long grown accustomed to hearing them. 

Her kindness toward me now was because she did not know that Noah was dead, so she wanted to keep me by Idris’s side to continue suppressing Moore. 

However, with the events of the past few days, I wondered if she would still try to bring Idris and me together once she found out that Noah was dead and Moore had lost her child, removing any threat to her. 

“Yvette, when I had my accident, Zane told me he had spoken to you about the past,” Madam Young suddenly said, looking at me. 

I was momentarily stunned, not immediately grasping the implication in her probing and warning gaze until I caught sight of Mr. Zachary standing respectfully to one side. 

His clenched hands at his sides betrayed his nervousness. 

Indeed, a disaster that killed three hundred people had been concealed. If not for Noah’s sudden appearance, no one else would have known about it. 

Such a matter involving human lives, could cause chaos in the Young family if even a hint of it were leaked, let alone the truth. 

Realizing the consequences of revealing this information, I looked at Madam Young and said, Grandma, I…” 

“That old man caused the Young family to bear the weight of hundreds of lives. I know that even though he’s dead, that sin can never be fully atoned for,” she interrupted before I could speak further, looking at me. “Yvette, neither Idris nor Liam know about this. The sin of the older generation of the Youngs… I will atone for it. Can you… 

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Understanding what she was about to ask, I replied, “I won’t tell anyone about this.” 

Leaving the matter at that, our conversation had just ended when the door to the ward was pushed open. Idris entered. 

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Seeing me there too, he paused for a moment before approaching the bed and asking Madam Young, Grandma, what’s wrong? Mr. Zachary said you urgently wanted to see me. Are you feeling unwell?” 

Madam Young looked at him, her eyebrows knitting together seriously. “Can’t I call you here even if I’m not sick? Tell me honestly, where were you last night?” 

Chapter 187 Call Him Over 

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Caught off guard by the sudden interrogation, Idris hesitated slightly and began, “I was at…” but stopped abruptly, as if he had thought of something. He glanced at me, his eyes carrying a question. 

Just as I was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He reached for his phone to answer it, but Madam Young abruptly said, “What? Are you always so busy? You just got here, and you’re already preparing to leave?” 

Idris glanced at the caller ID, his handsome face showing a hint of helplessness as he said to Madam Young, “Grandma, what are you talking about? It’s Ensio calling about something at the company. If it makes you unhappy, I won’t answer.” 

Saying this, he hung up the call, almost like he was coaxing a child. 

Indeed, as people aged, they often become like children again. 

Seeing him act this way, Madam Young struggled to maintain her stern expression, her l*ps tightening slightly. Her tone softened a bit as she said, “Go have breakfast with Yvette. She came to see me early in the morning, and I don’t know where you ran off to. You don’t accompany your wife or your grandmother anymore. I think you don’t want this family anymore.” 

Idris’s face broke into a smile, nodding gently in agreement, his dark eyes slightly narrowed as he looked toward me. 

I just smiled in front of Madam Young, acting as if I knew nothing else. 

After Madam Young said a few more words, she grew tired and asked Idris to take me out for 

breakfast as she wanted to sleep. 

Leaving the ward, Idris did not say anything. He just looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes. Knowing what he wanted to say, I preempted, “Grandma asked why I didn’t come to see her with you. I just said I didn’t know, and then she called you.” 

He smirked. “Is that so?” His gaze fixed on me, his voice neither cold nor warm, he made an ambiguous comment, “You rarely come to see her so early.” 

His words implied that I must have had an ulterior motive.