Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 82

Chapter 82 The Possibility of Having a Child

I was startled, shaking my head. "No, it's not..."

"Don't try to fool me," Sweety cut me off. "We've been friends for years, do you think I can't read you? It's clear you have feelings for Mr. Young, and it's only natural you're hesitant about the divorce. But as your friend, I need to warn you. He's still emotionally tied to Moore. If you stick around, you're bound to get hurt. We're not even sure if the child Moore's carrying is his, but they've had a past..." "He's never been intimate with Moore," I interjected, looking at Sweety as I relayed everything Idris had told me.

After hearing this, Sweety looked shocked, her eyes wide. "So, you're saying Mr. Young has never been with Moore? And he knows the child she's carrying isn't his?"

I nodded in confirmation.

She looked at me with her eyes wide. "No wonder Noah was so certain that day in the small building that the child Moore's carrying is his. So that's the story."

After a pause, she looked puzzled. "Then Moore's brazen persistence in staying with the Youngs is even more suspicious. She's exploiting Mr. Young's kindness towards her, and she's definitely up to no good."

I was well aware of Moore and Noah's ill intentions. Looking at Sweety, I said, "Idris has already arranged for Moore to be sent abroad. Once Moore is out of the picture and no longer in the old house, their plans will fall apart."

"Absolutely!" Sweety nodded, her spirits lifting considerably as she turned to me. "That's fantastic. Once Alex is caught, your situation is sorted out, and the Youngs are silenced, you and Mr. Young won't need to divorce. You can live a peaceful life."

I pressed my l*ps together, a sigh escaping me despite my efforts to hold it back. I still felt a pang of sadness.

Seeing my sigh, she grew frustrated. "What's with that reaction? Everything is heading in a positive direction. Why are you sighing?"

I felt a sense of despair, looking at her as I said, "Sweety, have you forgotten about the imaginary child I'm supposed to have in my belly? What am I supposed to do about that?"

She looked startled, the memory of that issue returning.

She turned to me. "Right, what about this child? What if Mr. Young replaces out you've lied to him? What will he do?"

I shook my head. I did not know what Idris would do if he found out I had lied to him. I could guess that, given his current anticipation for this child, if he discovered I had been deceiving him all along, he might very well strangle me!

As long as the issue with Madam Young from five years ago was resolved, it should not be too hard to handle. The most pressing issue now was the imaginary child I was supposed to be carrying. What was I supposed to do about that?

The more I thought about it, the more my head throbbed.

"I've got it!" Sweety suddenly exclaimed, looking at me. "Isn't it just about having a child? Yvette, you can have one now. As long as you get pregnant, whether it's sooner or later doesn't matter. It's just a matter of delaying a few months, right? Once you're pregnant, you can explain everything to Mr. Young. By then, you'll be carrying his child. He'll understand you had your reasons, and he won't be too upset with you, right

I was momentarily at a loss for words, not responding to Sweety's suggestion. Although this plan still deceived Idris, at least there would be a child. Once everything was explained, given Idris's nature, it might just work!

Sweety's advice made sense. After our chat, I decided against going to Scott Corporation and instead headed to Young Corporation.

It was a sweltering summer day. As I stepped out of the car and into the lobby, I spotted Moore. She was holding a food box, dressed casually, looking like she was here to deliver a meal. Even though Idris and I had been married for two years, I rarely visited Young Corporation.

My work was not done here, and our marriage did not require me to be here daily. Moore and the receptionist seemed to be good friends. They were chatting and laughing, especially the receptionist, who was clearly fawning over Moore.

Seeing this, I hesitated. I had come to replace Idris, hoping to have dinner together after his work, and then return to Clearwater Residence. I had been thinking about our child, but I was not the romantic type. The best I could come up with was to have dinner together, maybe take a walk, and then head home. As I hesitated, a deep voice came from behind me. "Yvette." Startled, I turned around to see Madam Young, with Mr. Zachary by her side. Seeing her, I quickly greeted, "Grandma."