Chapter 20


    Chapter 20 Are You Willing to Do This for the Youngs?


    Perhaps our reactions were too strange, as Moore also leaned over to see what was on the ultrasound


    report. Her delicate face disyed visible signs of panic and fear, and she even lost control of her


    emotions for a moment, eximing sharply, “Pregnant?! How could you be pregnant?”


    “Ms. Moore, watch your words,” Mr. Zachary interjected, cutting her off.


    Realizing she had overreacted, Moore forced herself to regainposure and turned to Idris with a


    strained smile. “Yvette being pregnant… is such great news.


    She tried to express happiness, but it went against her true feelings, so her smile looked twisted and


    hideous.


    Idris did not respond to her. He just looked at me and said, “I’ll take you to see Grandma.” After that, he


    instructed Mr. Zachary to apany Moore for her check–up and led me out of the hospital.


    “Iddy,” Moore’s voice came from behind us as we left the hospital building, but Idris acted as if he had


    not heard her at all and ushered me into the car.


    He remained silent on the way to the old manor. I was still absorbed in the ultrasound report in my


    hands, unable to understand how I could be two months pregnant, especially when the timing was so


    close to Moore’s pregnancy.


    In the pavilion at the old manor, Madam Young looked at Idris calmly and said, “Alright, I understand. I’ll


    have a private conversation with Yvette. You go see your uncles.”


    After hesitating for a moment, Idris nced at me, nodded at Madam Young, and left.


    Now it was just me and Madam Young in the pavilion. She held the ultrasound report and looked at me


    with her usual gentle expression. “Are you surprised by this unexpected child?”


    “I’m not pregnant,” I did not answer Madam Young’s question and spoke with certainty. I knew my b*dy,


    and although I had been confused in the car, seeing Madam Young’s calm expression earlier. and


    recalling what she had asked me to do yesterday made things clear. I was not pregnant and could not


    possibly be.


    Madam Young looked at me, still ying with her rosary. Her wrinkled eyebrows lifted slightly as she


    smiled and said, “Hmm? Not pregnant? Then what’s on this ultrasound report?”


    Seeing her reaction, I pressed my l*ps together and said, “Grandma, you should know better than me


    what this is about. You had Mr. Zachary take me for a check–up for this very reason, didn’t you?”


    She suddenly broke into a smile. “So you’re saying that I, Madam Young, had someone deliberately


    give you a fake pregnancy report? You and Iddy are getting divorced. I’m not senile. Doing this wouldn’t


    benefit me.”


    Then, she tossed some fish food into the pond below the pavilion. The goldfish in the pond quickly


    swarmed over to grab some food.


    I nodded and said, “Indeed, this isn’t beneficial for you, but you have no choice but to do it. Moore is


    pregnant, and she’s a divorcee, so you can’t possibly let her marry into the Young family. But she still


    carries the Youngs‘ offspring in her belly, so you need to make sure that her child can legitimately


    be a Young. My belly provides the perfect cover.”


    She sat back in her chair, looking at me with her murky yet sharp eyes, andzily said, “Go on.”


    “You had Mr. Zachary take me to the hospital for a check–up and had the doctor give me a fake


    pregnancy report. You want me to pretend to be pregnant so that when Moore’s child is born, you can


    tell her that her child has died or met some other ident. Then you can im the child as mine,


    making him or her a legitimate Young. And I, by then, having done what I needed to do, can leave the


    Youngs and no longer be a daughter–inw of the Youngs.”


    Madam Young pped her hands after hearing me out and said, “Yvette Scott, you’re truly a smart


    one. It’s such a pity. If you were clean, you’d really be well–suited to being a daughter–inw of the


    Youngs.”


    I pressed my l*ps together and remained silent.


    After a pause, she said, “So, are you willing to do this for the Youngs?”


    Although she seemed to be asking me, the answer was pretty clear. I did not have a say in this,


    especially since I had deceived the Youngs first. If I refused, Scott Corporation would be in grave


    trouble.


    I nodded and said, “I’m willing, but I can’t guarantee that Idris won’t find out. After all, Moore is only a


    little over two months pregnant. She still has eight months to go, and pregnancy isplicated. Idris


    isn’t stupid. He’s bound to notice something.”


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    After all, what was fake would always be fake.


    Madam Young nodded and said, “Don’t worry about that. Moore is no less cunning than you. If she’s


    determined to tie Iddy down, it won’t be easy for him to find out whether the child in your belly is real or


    fake, given his limited energy. Besides, I have other arrangements.‘


    ))


    By the time Idris returned, Madam Young and I had finished talking. Madam Young said she was tired


    and needed to rest, but asked us to have dinner at the old manor before leaving.


    Idris agreed and watched as Madam Young left. Meanwhile, I sat in the pavilion in a daze.


    Idris stood next to me, his eyes falling once more on the ultrasound report. After a moment, he asked in


    a low voice, “What did Grandma say to you?”