Facade of Love

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Moore Moves Into the Old Manor

I did not look at him and calmly said, “Does it matter what was said? She’s been looking forward to having great–grandchildren for so many years, and now two are coming along at once. What else could she say?” I then looked at him sarcastically. “What about you? Have you figured out how to accommodate these two soon–to–be–born children?”

His eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he looked at me with his dark eyes. “How do you want me to accommodate them?”

“Heh!” I chuckled coldly, stood up, and smoothed out the folds in my dress. I said to him somewhat sarcastically, “What do I want? Of course I want you to abort Moore’s child and only be the father to mine. However, would you be willing to do that, Mr. Young?”

“You’re a vicious woman, Yvette Scott!” Of course, it was not Idris who said this, but Moore.

After finishing up her check–up with Mr. Zachary, she had been brought back to the old manor. Presumably, she had come to report the status of her pregnancy to Madam Young. Hearing my conversation with Idris, she was so furious that she looked like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.

However, Idris restrained her, frowning as he said, “Be careful. You’re pregnant.”

Hearing his concern, Moore regained some rationality. Her eyes were teary as she looked at him and said, “Iddy, you don’t actually want me to abort this child, do you?”

A rare look of helplessness appeared on Idris‘ face. His gaze softened as he said, “Grandma has already decided that you’ll be moving into the old manor so the baby can be well taken care of. Why

would I harm the child?“.

Upon hearing this, Moore’s mood seemed to improve significantly. She turned her gaze toward me and said to Idris, “What about her? Is she also moving into the old manor?”

Idris pursed his l*ps, looked at me, and calmly stated, “It’s not appropriate for both of you to stay at

the old house.”

The look of triumph on Moore’s face intensified. She looked at me provocatively, yet her words were absurdly disingenuous. “After all, I’m not the Youngs‘ daughter–in–law. Would it be against the rules for me to move in so abruptly? Besides, Yvette is the Youngs‘ daughter–in–law, so she…”

“Grandma has already arranged everything,” Idris interrupted and led her away, saying, “Let’s go talk to Grandma about the child’s condition.” Then, the two of them then went into Madam Young’s

room.

Throughout the entire thing, I calmly observed everything without uttering a word.

Mr. Zachary, perhaps feeling a bit sympathetic, walked over to me and said, “Madam Young arranged it this way to better care for the Youngs‘ descendants. Don’t take it to heart.”

Don’t take it to heart?

How could I not be bothered by this unless I was truly heartless? After two years of marriage, if not for Moore’s sudden return, I imagined Idris liked me at least a little bit. He remembered the snacks I

liked, occasionally brought them home for me, and stayed by my side all night whenever I had a high fever. All those little details revealed that he had cared about me once. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

However, it seemed some things should not be scrutinized too closely. There were people in this world who could give you everything, and do anything for you, but would simply never love you. They treat

you well because you are their spouse, and they would treat anyone else the same way. It had

nothing to do with love, and it is just an obligation.

That was life. Some things just could not be forced.

The garden at the old manor was particularly beautiful during the peak of autumn. Madam Young had invited us to stay for lunch, and not wanting to leave without permission, I decided to enjoy the scenery alone in the ginkgo grove in the side yard.

The side yard was where Idris and I stayed during our occasional visits. It was a separate courtyard with a two–story, modern–traditional hybrid mansion. It was always kept clean, and although Idris and I rarely stayed here, it was very comfortable.

In the past, when I visited for the holidays, I always liked to wander alone in the yard, look at the fish in the pond, or even take a nap on the swing in the yard. The fatigue from work could be dissipated by a whole lot in such a pleasant environment.

I was picking up fallen ginkgo leaves when I saw several people carrying a lot of stuff into the side yard. When Charles Zachary saw me, he hesitated for a moment before calling out, “Mrs. Young.”

I nodded at him and glanced at the luggage and daily necessities he were carrying. Frowning, I asked Charles, “What is all this?”

Charles was Mr. Zachary’s nephew. He had been with the Youngs for many years and handled many of their errands. When he heard my question, Charles hesitated before responding, “It’s Ms. Moore’s stuff. Madam Young has decided she should stay here to ensure a peaceful pregnancy.”

I pressed my l*ps together. I should have guessed it. It was expected that Madam Young would set Moore up here in the side courtyard rather than anywhere else.

Seeing my silence, Charles hesitated again. “Mrs. Young, what do you think?”

“Just move it. Do as Madam Young has arranged,” I said, losing interest in collecting more ginkgo leaves. I headed for the swing to take a nap.

Charles looked at me with a hint of sympathy in his eyes before instructing the others to move

Moore’s belongings into the house.

I had not slept well the previous night, and the warm autumn sun was making me feel drowsy. I was almost falling asleep on the swing when I heard a commotion from inside the house. Still a bit groggy, I got up and went inside. I found Charles standing in the living room, looking somewhat displeased.

Moore was shouting at him indignantly, “So you’re all bullying me, huh? Madam Young has already

agreed to let me move into the Youngs‘ residence, so why do you still want to put me in this cramped small room? Why can’t I stay in the master bedroom?”

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