Facade of Love

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Moore Is Pregnant

Moore was stunned, looking blankly at the doctor. “I’m…”

Seeing her hesitation, the doctor frowned. “Signing this carries legal responsibility. It’s not a joke.”

and signed.

“I’ll sign it. I’m the patient’s wife.” I walked over to the doctor, took the pen,

The doctor looked at me and frowned, saying, “Are you sure you’re a family member?”

I put down the pen, glanced at Moore, and indifferently said, “If lovers are family, then she qualifies

too.”

After saying this, I walked to the wall and leaned against it. The doctor looked at us both, his expression seeming to say, ‘How complicated!‘

Moore bowed her head, her face flushed as she said to him, “Doctor, please, you have to save him!”

The doctor nodded and did not say anything more before entering the operating room.

I stood by the wall for a few minutes, my legs feeling sore. I finally turned to Ensio and said, “Mr. Candor, I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving first. Contact me if there’s an update.”

Seeing that I was about to leave, Ensio was surprised. “Mrs. Young, are you leaving… just like that?”

I pursed my l*ps and nodded.

Turning to Mr. Zachary, who was standing nearby, I said, “Mr. Zachary, you should head back too. He’s not going to die.”

After saying that, I left the hospital.

“Yvette.” Moore chased me down as I was leaving the hospital building.

I really had no mood to deal with her. I had not slept well the previous night, and now, I had been disturbed early in the morning.

I turned to look at her and calmly said, “Spit it out. What is it?”

“When will you divorce Idris?” She looked at me, getting straight to the point.

I was taken aback and almost laughed out loud. Squinting at her, I asked, “What’s it to you whether

we divorce or not?”

She was quite composed. “You saw it yourself. He was willing to risk his life for me. You two never loved each other, so why can’t you let him be with me? With your dirty past, you don’t deserve to stay by his side. Leave him and let him spend the rest of his life with me.”

This argument was tiring. I took a breath, and said, “If you want me to divorce him, sure. Have Idris

come and tell me himself.”

I was stopped by her words before I could turn around and leave again. “I’m pregnant.” Moore spoke

again. “It’s Idris‘ child, and it’s two months old now. It happened when you two visited the Scott Residence.”

I froze in place, clenching my fists tightly. My mind buzzed–Moore was pregnant?

From two months ago?

Oh, I remembered. That night was my birthday, so Idris and I went back to the Scott Residence. Initially, he was going to stay with me overnight at the Scott Residence, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly said he had to go. I thought he was just not comfortable staying there and did not think much of it at the time. It turns out he had left to make a baby with Moore.

I thought to myself that this level of drama was more typical of a long soap opera than daily life.

“Yvette, you should be well aware that once I have a child, the Youngs will no longer stand by you. Madam Young wouldn’t let her descendants carry the stigma of illegitimacy. Besides, you and Iddy have been married for two years and there’s been no news of you guys ever having children. You have no reason to stay in this marriage.” Her words were all too accurate. Indeed, Idris and I had been married for two years and had taken measures to prevent pregnancy. We had never discussed the topic of having children.

Initially, I thought Idris simply did not like children, which was why he was not in a rush to have kids.

However, now, it seemed like he just did not want me bearing his child!

I rubbed my temples to clear my foggy mind a bit and looked at her flushed face. After a pause, I laughed and said, “Moore, if Idris and I are to get divorced, he should be the one to ask me for it. Why is it always you who’s pushing me to divorce him?”

I moved closer to her, spoke a little slower, and smirked. “Could it be that Idris doesn’t really want to divorce me, so you have to force my hand? It seems that his love for you isn’t as deep as you claim.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“You…” Her face immediately twisted. “Yvette, don’t get cocky. Iddy isn’t initiating divorce because he has a good upbringing. He doesn’t want to hurt you and wants you to leave the Youngs respectfully. Don’t be ungrateful. Now that I’m pregnant, how much longer do you think you can cling to him?”

“Is that so?” I chuckled. “As you said, Idris has a good upbringing. If I don’t initiate it, he naturally

won’t force me. If I don’t want to divorce, the child in your belly will remain an illegitimate one, hidden from the world. Say, Moore, as your belly grows, what will you tell people when they ask? That it’s an illegitimate child from your affair with Idris? Do you think the Youngs will force me to divorce him just for the sake of an illegitimate child from a mistress?”

Watching her face pale, I continued with a slight chuckle, “Moore Scott, do you think you’re the only one in this world who can have a child? If the Youngs want a grandchild, they can easily ask me to give birth. Why would they need an illegitimate child from a woman who’s been married before and doesn’t have a title?”

“You…”

.” She was speechless for a long time, staring at me, utterly frustrated.

Seeing her like this improved my mood considerably. I took a few steps back and turned to leave.