Facade of Love

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Called to the Youngs Old Manor

I stood there silently, looking at him. At this point, I had no idea what he was thinking. Initially, I thought he loved Moore so much that he would risk his life for her, and naturally, he would divorce me to give Moore a home. However, his abnormal behavior last night left me puzzled.

Seeing me standing still, he raised an eyebrow. “The sunrise today is quite beautiful. Let’s watch it before we go back.”

This was clearly an instruction.

I glanced at the sun that had already risen above the mountains, its dazzling rays warming me. I did not know how long he planned to stay, so I just stood there indifferently.

Seeing that I was not moving, he got up and walked toward me, not looking at me, straight to the car.

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It was as if there was nothing left to say. We drove towards the city. The car ride was silent, filled only with the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

When I saw that he was driving toward Clearwater Residence, I frowned. “You can drop me off here, I

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“It’s still too early for work. Go back and get some more sleep,” he said, his voice calm and magnetic.

“No need. I can rest at Sweety’s place.” I could not figure out what he was planning. Regardless of how Moore’s situation was handled, I did not want to go back to Clearwater Residence now.

While we were talking, his car stopped outside the villa. Ensio was standing there with a suitcase. Recognizing the suitcase, I was about to ask something when Ensio said, “Mr. Young, I’ve brought back Mrs. Young’s belongings.”

Idris nodded, looked at him, and said, “Help her bring it in.”

Ensio nodded and carried my things into the villa.

I frowned at Idris, extremely displeased. “You brought my stuff back without my consent. Is this how you handle serious matters?”

He looked at me, his handsome face seemed calm. “Do you want Grandma to intervene in our

affairs?”

His words shut me up. Indeed, if Madam Young found out that I had moved out, it would not be long before everyone learned about Moore’s pregnancy and my desire for divorce. Then, everyone in the Scott family would know about this.

I took a breath and compromised with Idris, saying nothing more as I entered the villa.

Inside the house, he seemed in no rush to go to work, making a cup of coffee and sitting in the living room. Seeing that he was not planning to leave, I approached him and said, “Idris, I don’t want to

trap myself in a dysfunctional marriage. I don’t care what you’re thinking about now. We must get a divorce. So, I hope you can respect my decision and respect me, for the sake of the two years we’ve lived together.”

He put down his cup and looked at me with a determination I had never seen before. “I won’t get a divorce. You don’t need to feel aggrieved, Yvette. In our marriage, you are the Youngs‘ daughter–in-

law, and my wife, just as before. You can continue to be arrogant and domineering, and always being yourself, no matter who you’re dealing with.”

He paused and then added, “As for Moore’s pregnancy, I will give you a proper explanation.”

I did not understand what he meant, but his serious gaze made me believe him for a moment. Maybe it was because I had not slept well, so my mind was foggy. I could not think of a way to respond, so I silently went back to my room to sleep.

I slept until the evening. By the time I came downstairs, Ensio was waiting. I frowned and thought, ‘Is he deliberately waiting for me?‘

Seeing me coming downstairs, Ensio looked at me and said, “Mrs. Young, you’re awake.‘

I looked at him, and asked, “What is it?” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

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He hesitated for a moment, then looked outside and said, “Madam Young wants Mr. Zachary to pick you up and take you to the Youngs Old Manor.”

“To the Old Manor?” I was puzzled for a few seconds. Looking outside, I saw that Mr. Zachary’s car was indeed parked outside, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a while.

Ensio nodded, not saying anything more.

Unsure what this was about, I did not ask further, and merely questioned, “Where’s Idris?”

“Mr. Young had to head out,” he answered, before pausing slightly before continuing. “He told me to stay here, and to tell you that if you need anything, you can ask me.”

I nodded, grabbed a coat, and went outside.

Mr. Zachary was waiting outside. When he saw me, he greeted me with his usual smile. After exchanging pleasantries, he gestured for me to get into the car. When I asked him why he was taking me to the old house, he simply smiled. “It’s Madam Young who requested you come over. I don’t

know the details.”

I nodded and got into the car.