Chapter 64


    Chapter 64 A Day Filled With Trivial and Misceneous Matters


    Idris furrowed his brows, yet his words were resolute. “Mother, Yvette and I will not get a divorce.”


    Seeing that he was still saying such out–of–touch things at this point, my mother became even angrier.


    Her breathing quickened as she said, “If you’re not divorcing her, then what do you n to do? Do you


    want to drive my daughter to her deathbed? Kane and I raised Yvette well. We taught her from a young


    age about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and honor. She’s not like those women who seduce


    married men. She would never tempt a married man, nor would she share a husband with another


    woman. Idris Young, you ought to leave this marriage, whether you want to or not.”


    My mother’s attitude was extremely firm, and even her words carried a sense of determination.


    Idris‘ handsome brows furrowed deeply, but after a moment, he calmly said, “No worries. We can take


    our t


    My mother was so angered by his words that she almost threw the object in her hand at him.


    time.”


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    I held my mother back, knowing Idris‘ temperament well. I said to her, “Mom, Mr. Sanchez is in the


    second bedroom upstairs. You can take the clothes to him. I’ll handle things here.”


    My mother was concerned. She looked at me, and continued, “Yvette, they…”


    I smiled reassuringly and said, “Mom, just go ahead.”


    Seeing my insistence, my mother reluctantly went upstairs.


    Watching my mother leave, I turned to Moore and Idris and said, “You both heard what my mother just


    said. Please go


    elsewhere.”


    “This ce is my home too!” Stifled by my mother’s scolding, Moore erupted in anger now that my


    mother was not around, practically venting all her frustrations at me.


    I pursed my l*ps and smiled faintly, looking at her as I said, “Home? Moore, do you really think that just


    because you lived here for over twenty years, it’s your home?”


    Moore’s face stiffened instantly at my words, and she said with less confidence, “What do you mean,


    Yvette?”


    Not wanting to reveal in front of Idris that she was adopted by our parents, I looked at Moore and said,


    “Out of respect for our sisterhood, I don’t want to embarrass you. Mom’s told me everything, and I


    understand now why you treated me that way five years ago. If you still remember the kindness of my


    parents raising you for these twenty years, then don’t step into the Scotts‘ household again and upset


    my mother. Stay away from us, and live the life you want. The Scotts have nothing to do


    with you anymore.”


    Moore’s face turned pale. Her eyes fixed on me, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and other


    complex emotions that I


    could not quite decipher.


    Unaware of the underlying reasons, Idrisly thought that I was disowning Moore as one of the Scotts. He


    frowned at me and said, “Yvette, she is after all your sister. Don’t you think this is cruel?”


    “shut up,” I responded, no longer patient. Loolding at him, I said, “Idris, these are the Scotts‘ affairs. If


    you feel sorry for her, then take her to the Youngs. No one will stop you.”


    “Yvette Scott!” I seemed to have angered him with one of myments, as he called me by my full


    name.


    I pursed my l*ps and looked at him. “Is there anything else, Mr. Young?”


    Apparently, I had exasperated him, for he took Moore and left directly.


    “They’re leaving just like that?” Maxwell came downstairs after changing into fresh clothing. The light–


    colored casual clothes my mother had picked for him were rather fitting, as they made him appear


    more affable and sunny than when he was


    In a formal suit.


    Leaning against the sofa with a slight headache, I responded absentmindedly, “Yeah.”


    He sat next to me and said, “Your situation is even more troublesome than I thought. Your career’s a


    mess, and your marriage


    Chapter 64 A Day Filled With Trivial and Misceneous Matters


    is in shambles. It seems Mr. Scott had his reasons for being so concerned.”


    I turned and gave him an annoyed look. “Can you not make such fl*ppant remarks?”


    He pouted. “Sure. I’m just trying to help you think of solutions here.”


    “So? Have you thought of anything?” I did not expect him toe up with anything substantial.


    Stabilizing the internal situation of Scott Corporation was already a big task.


    at when you


    met Bt’s wife, she was


    After a moment’s hesitation, he looked at me and said, “You mentioned before that mentally unstable


    and confessed to you that she had killed someone, right?”


    I nodded. “Yes”


    He narrowed his eyes and said, “Have you ever considered where Bt would put a person like


    that?”


    I paused, then sat up straight and said, “A psychiatric hospital?”