Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 461

I nodded, my face a mask of calm. "You're right. The baby's innocent."

Noticing I was not reacting, Alice hesitated before saying, "Ms. Scott, I dream of giving my child a future in a home filled with love, where his parents adore each other."

She circled around the topic, avoiding the main point. Watching her struggle, I gave a small, knowing smile and cut to the chase, "Ms. Cruz, just say what you need to say."

She looked a bit pale but met my gaze and got to the heart of it, "You and Idris are done. There’ sno strings attached—no money issues or kid problems. So, can I ask you to stay out of his life from now on? Idris deserves a fresh start, and honestly, so do you. It's time for you to find a new chapter for yourself."

She talked in circles, but all she was really asking was for me to steer clear of Idris. It must have been tough, tiptoeing around it like that.

I nodded, my lips pressed together in a thin line, and reassured her, "Don't worry, I won't be part of his life anymore."

She let out a relieved sigh at my words and thanked me.

I watched her for a moment, then asked, "Do you love him?"

She was taken aback, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she asked, "What?"

I did not back down. "Do you love Idris?"

She bit her lip, avoiding the question, and instead repeated, "I'm pregnant with his child. I have to marry him now."

I pressed on, "If the baby wasn't his, would you still choose to marry him?" I watched her frown deepen. "About that night on New Year's Eve, was it really Idris who was with you?"

Her face turned stormy, and she fixed me with an icy stare. "Yvette, what are you getting at?"

I did not let her get a word in, "Before Idris even came to, Madam Young was already in the loop about Mr. Kobe's gruesome end at the border. You were the one who spilled the beans, right?"

She clamped her lips shut, glaring at m. Her hands white-knuckled the food box, "Isn't all of that the truth?"

I gave her a small, knowing smile, "Is that so? If it's all true, why didn't you give Madam Young the full story about how Mr. Kobe really died? Did you actually see me do it? Or are you saying I was the one who rigged him with explosives?"

"Yvette, even if you didn't do it, you can't seriously tell me you have nothing to do with Idris's dad's death, can you?" She locked eyes with me, and we were in a full-blown face-off for the first time.

I could not argue with that.

I nodded, meeting her gaze head-on. "Yeah, you're right. However, if you've got the real scoop, why didn't you spill it to Madam Young? Posting articles under a fake ID—what was your endgame? Hoping the Lake City crowd would come after me? Trying to get rid of me so you could have Idris all to yourself?"