Chapter 13


    Chapter 13 We Don’t Have Any Feelings For Each Other?


    Him and Moore? I frowned. I had almost forgotten. Moore was pregnant, and given how much he cared


    for her, he was probably preparing to discuss divorce with me.


    I could not help but sigh inwardly. I thought he would wait until his injuries healed to talk about this, but


    it seemed he was in a rush to legitimize his rtionship with Moore.


    I nodded after a moment of silence, calmly saying, “I have no objections to the divorce. After all, we


    don’t have any feelings for each other. However, seeing that we’ve been married for a while now, I


    hope you can give me some time. My father is ill, as you know, so he might not be able to handle the


    news of our divorce right now. So, Mr. Young, could we dy the divorce proceedings for a few days?


    Also, since the divorce will involve both our families, you know better than I do about howplicated


    that could get.”


    I could not read his emotions. His face turned so icy cold that it sent a chill through the room. It was


    enough to make one shiver.


    He pressed his thin l*ps together, emotions I could not decipher flickering in his dark eyes. Finally, he


    spoke in a low, maic voice. “We have no feelings for each other?” He let out a coldugh, staring at


    me. “Yvette, should I be thanking you for being so understanding?”


    Confused about what had angered him, I pursed my l*ps and said, “If you’re in a hurry to be with


    Moore, I’ll move out of Clearwater Residence right away so as not to interfere with your rtionship.”


    “Get out!” He suddenly erupted with anger, his eyes fixed on me like a crazed beast.


    Startled, I hesitated before getting up. My words wilted on my l*ps. It seemed that this conversation


    was a lost cause.


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    I felt drained after leaving the hospital. It looked like I would have to prepare my parents for the news


    soon so as not to disgrace both our families.


    If the divorce was a mess, both families would lose face.


    I did not go to the hospital for the next few days. My father was hospitalized, and Scott Corporation had


    many matters piling up. Although I was not a manager at Scott Corporation, I was still the Scotts‘


    daughter, and people woulde to me with issues big and small.


    I was naturally busy.


    Secondly, Idris probably did not want to see me. Moore was with him, so my presence at the hospital


    was probably unwanted.


    On one of the afternoons over the weekend, I was nning to head straight back to Clearwater


    Residence after handlingpany matters. I needed some rest after a busy week. However, I ran into


    Ensio outside the vi.


    Upon seeing me, Ensio looked at me somewhat cautiously and said, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young is getting


    discharged today. Are you free?”


    I was taken aback, recalling the conversation I had with Idris at the hospital. I had said I would move


    out of Clearwater Residence to make room for them, but with so much going on, I had forgotten about


    1. it.


    I realized that Ensio was probably sent to remind me to move out. Otherwise, things would get


    awkward once he and Moore were back.


    Thinking of this, I looked at Ensio and nodded. “Mm, I did it already. You may report to Mr. Young that I


    won’t be a hindrance to him and Moore. I’ve packed everything up.”


    Ensio looked puzzled. “Huh?”


    I smiled faintly, not in the mood for a lengthy conversation. I simply said goodbye and went back to


    the vi.


    I did not have many belongings, mostly clothes and jewelry. After packing, I took my suitcase to


    Sweety’s apartment. Although I was the daughter of the Scott family, my rtionship with my father had


    been strained since an incident five years ago. Hence, I had no property of my own.


    I could not go back to the Scott Residence as my mother would surely ask questions, so I had no


    choice but to go to Sweety’s ce.


    Upon hearing that I was getting a divorce, Sweety’s face twisted dramatically. “So Moore is pregnant,


    and Idris wants to divorce you and kick you out? Yvette, you’re the most pathetic rich girl I’ve ever met!”


    I felt increasingly irritated. “I wasn’t exactly kicked out. I know my ce. Idris never loved me to begin


    with. Now that the woman he loves is back and pregnant, it’s only right that I step aside.”


    Sweety did not speak and just stared at me silently.


    Feeling ufortable under her gaze, I pursed my l*ps and asked, “Why are you looking at me like


    that?”


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