Chapter 46


    Chapter 46 Nothing More Than a Fake


    Perfectly calcted selfishness. That’s what you would call Madam Young’s prize trait.


    She had a knack for making sure she never lost in any situation. I wondered if she would explode with


    rage if she knew that Idris had used ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares as my coteral.


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    After


    my


    chat with her, I left. I never liked this old mansion to begin with, and now, that was especially the case.


    I doubted I would ever return. I still had some belongings in my room in the side house, so I decided to


    take them with me today.


    In the side house’s living room, the family doctor was checking on Moore’s baby’s heartbeat.


    Hearing footsteps, Moore, hand on her belly, turned around with a smile. “Iddy, you’re here.”


    The moment she realized it was me, her face fell, her eyes wide with anger. “Why is it you? Didn’t


    Madam Young ban you from the mansion? How dare you show your face here?”


    I had grown numb to her sharp words. The family doctor, sensing the tension, excused himself after


    giving Moore some


    instructions.


    Left alone with Moore, she looked at me, hand on her slightly swollen belly, and sneered. “Wette, even


    if you’re pregnant too, what does it matter? Iddy has no interest in you. You used to have the backing of


    Scott Corporation, and you could stay by his side with dignity. Now, your reputation is in tatters, and the


    Scott Corporation you relied on is on the brink of copse. I’m curious, what makes you think you still


    have the right to stay by Iddy’s side?”


    I did note here to argue with her, so I ignored her and went straight upstairs to gather my


    belongings and leave. Moore was the kind of person who loved to take advantage of people and then


    feign Innocence. Seeing my silence, she seemed to gain energy, trailing me upstairs and continuing


    her incessant chatter. I paid her no mind, tidying up and preparing to leave


    She positioned herself in the doorway of the bedroom, her face full of provocation as she taunted,


    “Yvette, weren’t you always so eloquent? Why so quiet now? Where’s that overbearing arrogance of


    yours?”


    Her excitement grew with every word. She sneered at me. “Of course, your father’s gone, Scott


    Corporation is just an empty shell, and the Youngs have discarded you. You’re no different from a stray


    dog now. I warned you, but you were too stubborn to listen, choosing your own downfall.”


    I frowned, my l*ps pressed together as I looked at her, my voice low. “How do you know about Scott


    Corporation?


    I knew the oue with the Youngs and Idris was inevitable, but I had just learned about Scott


    Corporation. She had never set foot in thepany, so how did she know?


    Caught off guard by my question, she paused and then scoffed. “Yvette, don’t forget, you’re not the


    only Scott daughter.”


    Her words made my face darken. I red at her, my voice cold and angry. “A Scott daughter? You think


    you’re worthy? Moore, Dad didn’t raise a daughter who would drive him to his grave!”


    Her face faltered, but only for a moment, then she red back at me. “So what? Yvette, what can you


    do to me?” Indeed, I could not do anything to her. After all, my father’s death had happened, and there


    was no going back.


    Spotting the man near the bedroom, I squinted, cing my hand on Moore’s shoulder, pressing where


    she’d been shot. “True, I can’t do anything to you,” I began, “but Moore, you’re pretending to be Idris’s


    savior under a false identity. Aren’t you scared that he’ll cast you aside when he learns the truth?”


    The mere mention of this sent Moore spiraling out of control. She knocked my hand away, pushing me


    back, her face a mask of wariness. “Yvette, what are you trying to say?”


    I gave a small smile, ncing at the man outside the door. “You know exactly what I’m implying, Moore.


    I’m well aware of your capabilities. Given your nature, you wouldn’t risk your life to save a stranger, let


    alone go through the trouble of


    Chapter 46 Nothing More Than a Fake


    bringing him back from the border. My father mentioned that you only spent half a month at the border


    five years ago.


    “Yvette, if you spout nonsense again, I’ll shut you up,” Moore threatened, her emotions teetering on the


    edge. She lunged at me, ready to attack.


    1 stepped back, surprisingly calm. The man outside reacted quickly, pulling the frenzied Moore away.


    Upon seeing Idris, Moore’s face paled, stuttering, “Iddy, why are you….”


    Idris ignored her, steadying her before turning his dark gaze on me. His voice was low, restrained.


    “What did you mean by what you just said?”


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