Chapter 50


    Chapter 50 Always ying the Favor Card


    Idris then turned to Mr. Zachary. “Go back and tell grandma that I’m fine. It’s just a minor scrape. I’ll be


    alright in a couple of days. It’s nothing serious.”


    Mr. Zachary, upon seeing Idris in his current state, hesitated. However, under Idris’s intense and


    commanding gaze, he nodded and left the room.


    “Iddy, you’ve lost so much blood. How can you possibly be okay? I’ll handle the hospital admission. You


    should stay here for a couple of days. It would put my mind at ease, alright?” Moore pleaded, her arm


    wrapped around his, her face a mask of worry.


    Idris gently unwrapped her arm from his, his expression calm. “There’s no need,” he said


    He then turned his gaze towards me, took a couple of steps in my direction, and reassured me, “Don’t


    worry, I’m fine.”


    Hooked up at him. His forehead was wrapped in a bandage due to his wound, but even that did not


    diminish his regal aura.


    “As long as you’re okay,” I replied, not wanting to prolong the conversation, and prepared to leave.


    Suddenly, he caught my wrist, his voice low and close to my ear. “I am injured, after all. Won’t you help


    me get home?”


    I bit my l*p, wanting to point out that Moore was still here. Then I thought, I was still his wife, why


    should I push him onto Moore and upset myself?


    It would be better to upset Moore instead and ease my own frustration.


    With that thought, I helped him up and said, “Alright, let’s go.”


    “Iddy “Moore’s voice trailed off, her face twisted in anger. She called out softly from behind us, but Idris


    seemed not to hear. He let me help him out of the hospital.


    In the car, I drove off the hospital grounds. I nced in the rearview mirror at Moore, standing at the


    hospital entrance with a face full of resentment. My mood lightened considerably.


    The journey was quiet. Idris and I had nothing to talk about, so I kept quiet.


    Then, out of the blue, he said, “I owe her my life.”


    He said it so casually, as if stating a fact.


    I was taken aback for a moment, and it took me a while to understand. Was he trying to exin why he


    had saved that woman in the cemetery?


    I pressed my l*ps together, eyes fixed on the road ahead, and asked, “So, you n to dedicate your life


    to repay her for saving yours?”


    The car fell into a moment of silence. After what felt like an eternity, he finally said, “I will keep her safe


    for the rest of my life.


    I nodded, augh threatening to escape, but it never did.


    Silence fell again.


    I was torn between admiring this man’s sense of gratitude and despising his hasty conclusion about


    who had saved his life.


    Seeing my silence, he let out a small sigh and continued, “That day at the hospital, I didn’t expect


    Moore to be there. She told your father about her pregnancy, begging him on her knees to let it be. By


    the time I wanted to intervene, your father was already beyond reasoning,”


    Was this his exnation for my father’s death?


    I pressed my l*ps together again, gripping the steering wheel, and managed a single ‘hmm‘.


    Nothing more.


    Seeing my lukewarm response, he pressed his l*ps together and said, “If you’re not satisfied, I don’t


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    What was he saying? I could not help but scoff. “Mr. Young, you really shouldn’t be saying that. You


    might be willing to risk it all for Moore, but I’m not about to take the me for intentionally hurting


    someone.”


    He nced at me, his ck eyes so deep they were almost frightening. I thought I had said something


    to upset him, but I couldn’t think of what it could have been. Why was he looking at me with such a


    stifled expression?


    “Don’t look at me like that…” I started.


    He cut me off.


    “Yvette, your head really is full of crap.”


    Was that really how he talked to people?


    “Stop!” thit the brakes, took a deep breath, and turned to him, saying each word clearly,


    “Get out.”


    He looked at me, his expression dark. “Yvette, this car is mine!”


    I could not help butugh. Fine!


    I pulled up the handbrake, swung open the door, and stepped out of the car, all in one fluid motion, not


    even sparing a nce back at him. If he would not get out, I would. In sprawling Lake City, finding


    another car would be a breeze.


    “Yvette,e back here!” His voice, seething with anger, echoed from behind.


    I paid him no mind, slipping into a nearby alley to shake him off.


    The alleys of Lake City were abyrinth of twists and turns. After a while, confident that Idris wouldn’t


    dare follow, I began to scout for an exit to hail a cab back home.


    “Alex, please, just a little bit, that’s all I’m asking for. I’ll do anything you want, please…” A woman’s


    desperate plea echoed from a side alley.


    I paused, curiosity piqued, and peered around the corner. A thin woman was half–kneeling before a


    man polishing shoes, her face twisted in agony as she begged him.


    The man, his face hidden under a hat, hooked her chin and sneered. “You’re revolting. Get lost and


    stop interfering with my business.”