Chapter 25


    Chapter 25 Why Didn’t You Go All Out?


    I stood quietly next to her, listening to her warning and silentlyplying.


    Seeing this, she paused. “Alright, it’s been a long morning. You should go back and rest.


    I understood that this was her way of asking me to leave.


    Originally, I was supposed to stay at the Youngs‘ for lunch, but Madam Young was so angry that she


    had Mr. Zachary escort me out. Before leaving, she specifically told me, “Don’te to the old manor


    again unless it’s necessary.”


    Hah. Was she afraid I would hurt the child Moore was carrying?


    I nodded, expressionless, and left with Mr. Zachary.


    On the way out, we ran into Idris. Seeing that I was about to leave, he looked at Mr. Zachary and


    asked, “What happened?”


    Mr. Zachary replied respectfully, “Madam Young asked me to take Mrs. Young home.”


    Idris, being smart, probably guessed that Madam Young was angry and had ordered Mr. Zachary to


    take me away. He pursed his l*ps and told Mr. Zachary, “You should go back and take care of my


    grandmother. I’ll take her home.”


    Mr. Zachary hesitated for a moment. “Mr. Young, if you leave, what about Ms. Moore…”


    “The doctor’s there, so she’ll be fine,” Idris said. Then, he pulled me out of the old manor.


    In the car, I stared out the window, lost in thought. Idris broke the silence with his low and restrained


    voice. “If you hate me so much, why didn’t you go all out?”


    Knowing he was referring to my earlier attempt to stab him, I casually replied, “I haven’t been sleeping


    welltely, so I was a little weak.”


    I heard a soft chuckle from him, and he grabbed my hand tightly. I frowned and instinctively tried to


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    pull my hand away.


    He gripped it even harder. Unable to free myself, I gave up trying.


    Seeing that I had settled down, he held the steering wheel with one hand and held me with the other,


    and we were silent the entire rest of the ride.


    When we ended up stopping in front of a restaurant, I frowned. Before I could say anything, he parked


    the car and said, “Let’s go.”


    Knowing he wanted to talk, I followed him into the restaurant.


    We found a quiet spot and sat down. He ordered us some food, and then he started reading


    documents on his phone.


    I frowned at this. Was he just here to have a meal with me?


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    After a while, he seemed to finish up with his work. The dishes were also being served now, so he put


    his phone down and said, “Try them. They’re delicious.”


    He was being rather curt. 1


    I pursed my l*ps, unsure of what he was nning, but I began eating. The food was indeed good, but I


    had no appetite. After a few bites, I put down my utensils and told him, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll get


    going now, Mr. Young.”


    Seeing that I had barely eaten, he frowned. “You’re upset, and you’ve gotten it out of your system now.


    Yvette, you’re also carrying my child, so don’t take your anger out on your own b*dy. Finish


    eating.‘


    At thosest two words, he nced at the food on the table, obviously asking me to continue eating.


    I really had no appetite. I looked at him and said, “Your child is in Moore’s belly. If you’d like to show


    paternal love, Moore probably needs it more, Mr. Young.”


    He chuckled angrily as his eyes darkened. “And the child inside you isn’t mine?”


    It was not a matter of whether it was or was not. I pursed my l*ps and could not find a retort, so I simply


    stayed silent, not eating and merely sitting there. If he was not in a rush, I could use this time to


    daydream and kill time.


    After a long stalemate, he looked somewhat resigned. He looked at me helplessly and said, “If you’re


    still angry, you can stab me again. Don’t take it out on yourself, okay?”


    Looking at his handsome and dignified face, I really wanted to tell him that he did not need to y the


    role of ‘good husband‘ as there was nothing inside me. However, eventually, I softened my tone.


    Fine, I’ll eat.”


    After forcing myself to choke down a few bites, I finally looked up at him. “I can’t eat anymore. I’ll


    throw up if I do.” 1


    Seeing that I truly could not eat anymore, he picked up his utensils and ate the remaining food. Madam


    Young had lived through years of famine and thus never allowed the Youngs to waste food, so even


    though the Youngs were wealthy, they still cherished every morsel of food.


    The Young family was all highly educated, so naturally, Idris‘ upbringing was impable. He was


    outstanding but never shy, fair in dealing with matters, and valued kindness and responsibility. After


    living with such a person for two years, there was no reason not to fall for him, especially considering


    that five years ago…