Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 64

Chapter 64 A Day Filled With Trivial and Miscellaneous Matters

Idris furrowed his brows, yet his words were resolute. "Mother, Yvette and I will not get a divorce."

Seeing that he was still saying such out-of-

touch things at this point, my mother became even angrier. Her breathing quickened as she said, "If you're not divorcing her, then what do you plan to do? Do you want to drive my daughter to her deathbed? K My mother's attitude was extremely firm, and even her words carried a sense of determination.

Idris' handsome brows furrowed deeply, but after a moment, he calmly said, "No worries. We can take our t

My mother was so angered by his words that she almost threw the object in her hand at him.

time."

I held my mother back, knowing Idris' temperament well. I said to her, "Mom, Mr. Sanchez is in the second bedroom upstairs. You can take the clothes to him. I'll handle things here."

My mother was concerned. She looked at me, and continued, "Yvette, they..."

I smiled reassuringly and said, "Mom, just go ahead."

Seeing my insistence, my mother reluctantly went upstairs.

Watching my mother leave, I turned to Moore and Idris and said, "You both heard what my mother just said. Please go

elsewhere."

"This place is my home too!" Stifled by my mother's scolding, Moore erupted in anger now that my mother was not around, practically venting all her frustrations at me.

I pursed my l*ps and smiled faintly, looking at her as I said, "Home? Moore, do you really think that just because you lived here for over twenty years, it's your home?" Moore's face stiffened instantly at my words, and she said with less confidence, "What do you mean, Yvette?"

Not wanting to reveal in front of Idris that she was adopted by our parents, I looked at Moore and said, "Out of respect for our sisterhood, I don't want to embarrass you. Mom's told me everything, and I underst the kindness of my parents raising you for these twenty years, then don't step into the Scotts' household again and upset my mother. Stay away from us, and live the life you want. The Scotts have nothing to d with you anymore."

Moore's face turned pale. Her eyes fixed on me, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and other complex emotions that I

could not quite decipher.

Unaware of the underlying reasons, Idrisly thought that I was disowning Moore as one of the Scotts. He frowned at me and said, "Yvette, she is after all your sister. Don't you think this is cruel?" "shut up," I responded, no longer patient. Loolding at him, I said, "Idris, these are the Scotts' affairs. If you feel sorry for her, then take her to the Youngs. No one will stop you."

"Yvette Scott!" I seemed to have angered him with one of my comments, as he called me by my full name.

I pursed my l*ps and looked at him. "Is there anything else, Mr. Young?"

Apparently, I had exasperated him, for he took Moore and left directly.

"They're leaving just like that?" Maxwell came downstairs after changing into fresh clothing. The light-colored casual clothes my mother had picked for him were rather fitting, as they made him appear more affable and sunny than when he was

In a formal suit.

Leaning against the sofa with a slight headache, I responded absentmindedly, "Yeah."

He sat next to me and said, "Your situation is even more troublesome than I thought. Your career's a mess, and your marriage

Chapter 64 A Day Filled With Trivial and Miscellaneous Matters

is in shambles. It seems Mr. Scott had his reasons for being so concerned."

I turned and gave him an annoyed look. "Can you not make such fl*ppant remarks?"

He pouted. "Sure. I'm just trying to help you think of solutions here."

"So? Have you thought of anything?" I did not expect him to come up with anything substantial. Stabilizing the internal situation of Scott Corporation was already a big task.

at when you

met Benett's wife, she was

After a moment's hesitation, he looked at me and said, "You mentioned before that mentally unstable and confessed to you that she had killed someone, right?"

I nodded. "Yes"

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you ever considered where Benett would put a person like that?"

I paused, then sat up straight and said, "A psychiatric hospital?"