Facade of Love

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Yvette Is Pregnant?

I looked up at Madam Young, not understanding what she wanted me to do. She stood up with Mr. Zachary’s assistance, watched a fish swim around in the pavilion’s pond for a moment, and then said, “Tomorrow morning, have Mr. Zachary take you to the hospital.”

“Hospital? What for?” I was puzzled and looked at her as I spoke.

She had a calm and gentle expression as she said softly, “You’ll know when you get there. Alright now, you’ve been standing for so long. You must be tired. Go back and rest.” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Madam Young had Mr. Zachary escort me out of the old house. As we were leaving, I saw Idris‘ car

parked outside. He was getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for someone.

Seeing Moore get out of the car made my heart sink. What was Idris doing, bringing her to the old manor? Was it because of her pregnancy?

Both of them noticed me as they were about to enter the house. Idris frowned slightly and then walked over to me. He stood in front of me and asked, “Why are you here?”

I shifted my gaze away from Moore and looked at him sarcastically. “Despite being the daughter–in- law of the Youngs, am I not entitled to visit the family home?”

Sensing the displeasure in my voice, Idris frowned slightly. His voice was low and restrained as he said, “Grandma asked me to bring her here.”

I said nothing and looked at Moore, who was full of arrogance. She looked at me with threats in her eyes, as if she was the real daughter–in–law of the Youngs.

“Iddy, let’s go in. We shouldn’t keep Grandma waiting,” she said, no longer bothering to maintain a distance from Idris like she used to in front of me. She moved closer to him and coaxed him to forget

about me.

He did not respond to her. He just looked at me and said, “Go back to Clearwater Residence and wait

for me.”

I did not respond. I gave them both an indifferent look and calmly left the old manor.

In the car, Mr. Zachary was driving while I stared out of the window. He glanced at me several times, seeming like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.

I turned my attention back to him and said, “Mr. Zachary, if you have something to say, just say it.”

Caught off guard, Mr. Zachary flashed me an awkward smile before turning serious, “Mrs. Young, I heard Ms. Moore is pregnant with Mr. Idris‘ child. Madam Young probably invited her to the old house to inquire about this matter. You…”

my

“I know,” I interrupted, looking at his concerned face. “Mr. Zachary, thank you for telling me.”

He nodded and sighed. “You should be careful. Your sister is no simple woman.”

I was not stupid. Mr. Zachary would not bring this up for no reason. Only Moore could be responsible for the events from five years ago being suddenly brought to light. She must have taken this information to Madam Young, sure that the Youngs would no longer accept me. Moreover, she was pregnant. Once I was out of the picture, she could naturally be with Idris.

Idris had asked me to wait for him at Clearwater Residence, but he never came back. That night, he did not return, and there was no word from him.

I did not call to ask. I just sat by the bed all night. All outcomes were already decided, so why struggle unnecessarily? It was better to accept it gracefully.

The next day.

Mr. Zachary came early, following Madam Young’s orders to take me to the hospital for a check–up.

At the hospital, I was led by a middle–aged woman into the gynecology department. I had an ultrasound and some blood tests, and she asked me some questions about my menstrual cycle.

After leaving the examination room, I was a bit confused. Had Madam Young not already instructed me to divorce Idris? Why did she have Mr. Zachary bring me to these tests?

Half an hour later, the middle–aged female doctor came over with some reports. “The results are

out.”

Mr. Zachary took the reports and nodded at her, and she left.

I looked at Mr. Zachary, still puzzled, “Mr. Zachary, these tests…”

He did not answer. He simply looked at me and said, “Mrs. Young, we need to go see Madam Young

now.”

He did not say anything else, so naturally, I could not probe further. I could only follow him downstairs, still puzzled.

In the hospital lobby, upon seeing Idris and Moore walking toward me, I almost blurted out, “What a ridiculously small world!”

It seemed like we were bound to run into each other anywhere and everywhere.

Seeing Mr. Zachary and I, Idris also appeared slightly surprised but quickly approached and asked, ” Are you sick?”

He looked at Mr. Zachary as he asked, clearly aware that I did not want to talk to him.

Mr. Zachary hesitated for a moment, looked at Moore who had followed, and then said to Idris, “I accompanied Mrs. Young here for a physical examination.”

Saying this, he handed the report to Idris. Idris took it, glanced at me, and then looked down at the report. Moments later, his expression changed to one of surprise and disbelief. I could not help but glance at the report a few more times.

Before I could see what was on it, Idris looked at me, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. “When did you

find out?”

I was confused as I did not know what was on the report. After hesitating for a few seconds, I took the report from his hand and looked at it. My eyes landed on the ultrasound result, and my mind turned to static, freezing me in place.

[Intrauterine pregnancy: 8+ weeks.]

Pregnancy? 8 weeks?!

Had I been pregnant? For over two months?