Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 226

Chapter 226 Madam Young Asking For Help

Idris hummed in agreement and said in a calm voice, "No worries. We will simply cease contact in the future."

His way of speaking made Madam Young somewhat helpless. She sighed softly and waved at Idris. "Alright, I won't meddle in the younger generation's affairs. Go on with your work."

After saying this, she looked at me. "Yvette, stay and chat with Grandma for a while.

Seeing this, Idris had no choice but to get up and leave.

After Idris left, I turned to Madam Young and began, "Grandma, I..."

She did not give me a chance to speak and instead extended her hand toward me. "Child, come and help me up."

I stood up and helped her to her feet, unsure where she planned to go.

She then pointed toward the inner courtyard. Seeing this, I continued to support her as we walked further in.

Madam Young's residence was vast. Usually, when we visited, we would only talk and chat with her in the outer rooms, rarely entering the inner courtyard.

As she opened the door to the inner courtyard, I saw a large church-like hall, spanning hundreds of square feet. I was slightly surprised, though it was not entirely unexpected as many elderly people often had prayer rooms in their homes.

Inside the hall, Madam Young asked me to help her walk to the altar. She lit some candles and handed them to me. "You go ahead and light up the rest."

I took the candle, bowed, and lit up the rest of the candles.

Madam Young knelt on the cushion and patted the one next to her. "Yvette, come here."

There were dozens of statues of various sizes in the room. I knelt beside her on the cushion and, with a calm heart, prayed to the biggest statue in the middle of the hall.

Madam Young's posture was exceptionally respectful, even devout. I remained silent until she finished, and then looked at her, somewhat puzzled.

It was not strange for her to pray, but it was odd she had brought me to her private prayer hall.

After murmuring a few lines of scripture that I could not decipher, she finally turned to me." Yvette, do you know why I brought you here?"

I pursed my lips and shook my head truthfully.

Holding her rosary, she did not get straight to the point, but began, "Iddy's grandfather and I started our fortune with just a little bit of hard-earned money. Over the years, Young Corporation has developed tremendously, becoming a top entity both domestically and internationally. If we started our business for a living back then, Young Corporation has now. become the bloodline of the Youngs. Before he passed, that old man entrusted me to hand over Young Corporation to Idris, to let him develop it from generation to generation, continuing the Young legacy. You are Idris' wife, and in the future, you must become his virtuous partner. The inner house of the Youngs Old Manor needs you to manage it."

Chapter 226 Madart Young Asking For Hay

I pursed my lips, realizing what Madam Young was about to say, and instinctively wanted to refuse. "Grandma..."

"Let me finish," she interrupted me and continued. "Over these years, I've been hesitating. If I truly handed over the management of the Youngs' Old Manor to you, could you even shoulder this responsibility? I was too cautious and worried before, but now I see it was unnecessary. Your father left in a hurry, leaving behind a mess. If it were someone else, they might have mortgaged Scott Corporation by now. But you are a resilient child, persisting despite financial difficulties and even risking yourself to retrieve the funds in Macamer. Yvette, it wasn't easy for the Youngs to reach this point. I know what you want to tell me, bu I am old and don't have much time left to replace someone else who Idris cares about and can take over the heavy responsibilities of the Young household."

Hearing her words, I remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Seeing my silence, she sighed deeply. "I know that no matter what choice you're going to make, I have no right to interfere, let alone demand how you should act. Yvette, for the sake of the help I once gave to your father, can you promise me one thing?"

At this point, I naturally had no reason to refuse. Looking at her aged and weary face, I nodded slightly. "Grandma, do tell me."

She shakily opened a cabinet door in the prayer hall and took out a somewhat yellowed notebook, handing it to me. "I'm sure Mr. Zachary has told you about the incident ten years ago. Many of the victims in that disaster involved their entire families. I have recorded a few survivors here. Some of them were elderly, who have passed away due to illness or old in

age the past two years. Some were children, who have now grown up and started their own families. Others, due to severe repercussions from the accident, have become physically disabled. These people have been covertly looked after by Mr. Zachary all these years.