Facade of Love

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Why do you know about the past?

I smiled, not intending to elaborate. “Take it at face value, Mr. Young. If you’re curious, why not investigate my dear sister’s whereabouts during your accident? See if she really could have saved you from the border and brought you back.”

With that, I prepared to leave.

Idris seized my wrist, his handsome brow furrowed as he looked at me. “Yvette, how do you know about what happened in the past?” His confusion was palpable, and I yearned to tell him everything, but I knew that if he learned about the past, his stubborn nature would make a divorce even more unlikely.

With this in mind, I said, “I don’t know anything. I just understand my sister’s nature, and I wanted to warn you. If you’re looking to repay a favor, make sure you’re not thanking the wrong person. Otherwise, you’ll end up the butt of everyone’s jokes.” I wrenched my hand from his grip, gathered my belongings, and left the yard. Idris seemed determined to follow, but

Moore held him back.

my stomach

Clutching her stomach and grimacing in pain, she cried out to Idris, her voice strained with desperation. “Iddy, my hurts so much. Don’t leave…” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I could not help but admire Moore’s performance. Her acting skills were wasted anywhere besides a stage.

When I left the Youngs‘ residence, night had fallen. Uncle Marcus called to tell me he had prepared all the financial documents. from Scott Corporation and asked if he should bring them to the Scotts‘ for me

to review. I agreed. I had only a month to investigate the finances. Now that things were over between Idris and me, and with my father gone, my mother was alone at the Scotts‘. She was struggling, and it was the perfect time for me to return and support her, while also investigating the whereabouts of the missing three million. When I arrived at the Scotts, the sprawling villa was shrouded in darkness. At first, I thought my mother had not returned. But when I switched on the light, I saw her huddled on the sofa, her face streaked with tears and etched with exhaustion. The sudden brightness made her squint as she looked at me.

Seeing her in this state, a pang of pain shot through my heart. I moved to her side, my voice raspy. “Mom, why are you sitting in the dark? Have you eaten dinner yet?”

She gave a slight shake of her head, her gaze on me. “Yvette, do you think your father is cold, all alone in the funeral home? Do you think he might be scared? I’ve kept the light on, hoping he might come back to see me. But I’ve been waiting, and there’s no sign of him. He was always so stubborn, so hard–hearted. He left without even saying a proper goodbye”

The pain in my heart was so intense it felt like I could not breathe. I drew in a deep breath. “Mom, Dad was most worried about you before he left. He kept reminding me to take good care of you. He didn’t want to leave you. He just didn’t have the chance to say a proper goodbye.”

Tears began to fall from my mother’s eyes again as she clung to me. “Yvette, what did your father say to you before he left? Tell me.”

I knew she was missing my father.

I repeated to her what my father had said to me before he left. She held me close, nodding slightly, her l*ps pressed together. He was always tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Even at the end, he couldn’t let go of us. That stubborn old man!”

The doorbell rang from outside the yard. I remembered I had asked Uncle Marcus to deliver some financial documents. I got up to welcome him and ushered Uncle Marcus into the living room.

Uncle Marcus came in with a box of documents and placed them on the coffee table. “Ms. Scott, I’ve brought some of the financial reports from Scott Corporation and GleamGate Media for the past year. There’s still some more. The finance department said they needed more time to prepare the rest. They’ll deliver them tomorrow once they’re ready.”

I nodded, looking at Uncle Marcus. “I appreciate your help, Uncle Marcus.”

Uncle Marcus gave a nod of understanding. My mother, having wiped away the tear stains on her face, poured him a cup of tea and gestured for him to sit. Accepting the tea with a smile and a word of thanks, Uncle Marcus could not help but notice the redness of her eyes.

“About the chairman’s situation,” he began, “I hope you’re managing your grief. Don’t let it consume you.”

Chapter 47 Why do you know about the past?

My mother offered a strained smile but said nothing more.

Once the documents were delivered, Uncle Marcus did not linger. As he prepared to leave, he assured me that I could reach out to him if I needed anything. I responded with a grateful smile.

Staring at the box of documents before me, I felt a twinge of anxiety between my brows. I was unsure if I had the capacity to navigate the current predicament of the Scott Corporation

My mother, still oblivious to the situation, only questioned me after Uncle Marcus had left. “Yvette, what’s going on? Why do you need the financial documents of the Scott Corporation?”