Chapter 4


    Chapter 4 Past Matters


    Idris did not respond as his slightly calloused fingertips grazed the grotesque scar on my abdomen.


    After a long while, he looked up at me, his dark eyes cold and indifferent. “You’ve never talked to me


    about your past, have you?”


    I pursed my l*ps, avoiding his gaze, and said softly, “That’s all in the past. There’s nothing to talk


    about.”


    He narrowed his eyes and then pulled his hand away, reverting to his usual dignified demeanor. He


    elegantly got up, put on his robe, and stood beside the bed looking down at me to say, “You should get


    some rest.”


    I was stunned for a moment before I realized that he had lost interest and was nning to sleep in the


    study.


    “Alright.” I usually did not like to probe too much. Things were fine as long as we were both happy.


    Seeing him about to leave, I pulled the quilt over myself, ready to sleep. However, after taking a few


    steps, he suddenly turned around and looked back at me, saying my name in a low voice, “Yvette.”


    “Hmm?” I looked at him, waiting for what he would say next.


    “Moore is different from you. Don’t give her a hard time in the future.” He spoke little, but his words


    carried weight.


    My b*dy stiffened under the quilt, and my heart skipped a beat.


    Was this because I humiliated Moore today?


    Pushing aside my difort, I simply said, “Fine.”


    Bang!


    The bedroom door mmed shut, and I was left alone in therge room, staring nkly at the dark


    ceiling.


    He had already started protecting her.


    Oh well. Sleep was more important now.


    On the weekend.


    When I received the call from the Scott Residence, I was still working overtime at thepany.


    Listening to the newsing from the tense voice on the other end of the phone line, I rushed straight


    to the hospital.


    Inside the ward, Kane Scott’s face was pale. He looked so much older than thest time I saw him, his


    eyes more sunken. Moore was attentively serving him by his side.


    Upon seeing me enter, Kane’s face darkened. He looked at me coldly and sternly asked, “You have the


    nerve toe see me?”


    I nced at Moore, who was standing beside him, and then at my mother, who was not far away. The


    former was gloating, while thetter looked worried.


    Unaware of what had happened, I looked at Kane and asked, “Dad, what did I do wrong?”


    Bang!


    For some reason, he threw the fruit basket that was beside him at me, ring angrily. “You don’t know


    what you’ve done? Yvette Scott, how could I have raised such a shameless child?”


    “Kane, if Yvette did something wrong, you can scold her, but why are you trying to hurt her?” My mother


    stepped in front of me, seeing that Kane had lost his temper.


    I pulled my mother aside, long ustomed to Kane’s erratic behavior, and said indifferently, “I really


    don’t know what I’ve done wrong, so why don’t you enlighten me, Mr. Scott? What did I do to be


    shameless?”


    Perhaps my attitude set him off more, as he was breathing heavily now. “Did you call the police to


    frame your sister and Idris?”


    Was this all because of that?


    “Heh!” I could not help but scoff and look at him. “Mr. Scott, next time you n on scolding me, find a


    better reason. That one made you sound stupid.”


    I nced at him and continued, “Since you’re not dead, I’ll take my leave. I wouldn’t want to ruin this


    beautiful family portrait.”


    Avoiding his next explosion, I left the ward.


    My mother quickly followed, grabbing my arm and looking worried. “Yvette, your father didn’t mean it.


    He just doesn’t want our family’s dirtyundry to be aired out for everyone to see. The Youngs found


    out about your sister and Idris and called to say that it’s inappropriate for families like ours to get the


    police involved in our business. It looks bad.”


    I raised an eyebrow. “So what does this have to do with me? Is this just because I called the police?”


    My mother looked helpless. “Of course not. I’m not ming you for that. Your father values his


    reputation, so he’s angry at you and he also scolded your sister. Can’t you learn a thing or two from


    Moore’s obedient behavior and cate your father?”


    “If he likes ttery, let Moore tter him. I have better things to do,” I said, walking down the hallway,


    prepared to leave.


    My mother held on to me and sighed as she looked at me. “Child, how are you leaving so quickly just


    after seeing him? Aren’t you going to ask why your father is hospitalized? After all, he is your biological


    father.”


    I had been so angry that I had forgotten to ask. I looked at my mother and asked, “What happened to


    him?”


    “He’s been diagnosed withte–stage liver cancer,” my mother said, tears immediately falling.


    I was stunned. “How could it… suddenly…”


    My mother choked up. “He’s been working tirelessly for the Scott Corporation all these years, and he


    never took care of himself, always smoking and drinking. The doctor says he has only three months


    left. It’s basically a death sentence. Yvette, about what happened years ago… just apologize to him


    and spend some time with him. After all these years, the two of you…”


    “Mom, I did nothing wrong back then,” I said, standing up. I felt a bit restless.


    Knowing that my mother would continue with the same old pleading, I went straight to the elevator,


    closing the door before she could catch up.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    In the hospital lobby, I took a deep breath, struggling to control my emotions.


    “Yvette, you really are a cold–hearted monster.” A mocking voice came from behind me. Moore had


    followed me out.


    Ignoring her, I continued walking.


    However, she suddenly raised her voice. “Running away with someone at eighteen, being sold at the


    border, and bing a prostitute? Idris doesn’t know about that part of your past, does he, Yvette?”