Chapter 77


    Chapter 77 Moore’s Diminished Arrogance


    Her sobs grew louder, her voice choked with emotion. “Yvette, please, have mercy on me and my


    unborn child, will you?”


    I watched her, her cries tearing at my heart. I could not help but wonder what she was nning this


    time.


    Stepping back, I looked at her and asked calmly, “Why don’t you want to leave the country?”


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    She sobbed, her usual pretense gone, reced by a pitiful sight. “I’m scared… of Noah. He forced me


    to leave the country years ago. The two years I spent with him were filled with endless torment. I barely


    managed to escape and return here. I don’t want to go back. If he finds me now, not just me, but my


    unborn child won’t survive either. Yvette, you’re about to be a mother too. Please, I beg you, don’t


    make me leave the country. Please, save me and my child.”


    I watched her, my l*ps pressed together. If I had not overheard her conversation with Noah that day in


    the small building, I might have believed her now.


    As I watched her tear-streaked face, a picture of utter despair, I did not rush to respond. Instead, I


    turned to Idris and asked, “Is there any chamomile tea left? Could you prepare a serving for her?”


    Idris furrowed his brows, clearly puzzled by my request at such a moment. But seeing my steady gaze


    on him, he nodded and headed for the kitchen.


    As Idris made his exit, I crouched down, moving closer to Moore. I toyed with her disheveled hair, my


    smile not quite reaching my eyes. “Sister, drop the act. Idris spilled everything. If the baby you’re


    carrying is Noah’s, how could he bear to harm you?”


    Moore’s face froze, her eyes wide as she stared at me, disbelief etched on her features. “What did Iddy


    tell you?”


    I offered a faint smile. “He confessed that the baby isn’t his. He also promised to build a good life with


    me. So, you must leave.”


    Her expression shifted. I had expected her to re at me as she had before, but instead, she continued


    to plead. “Yvette, I know I’ve wronged you. If Iddy has told you everything, then there’s no need for you


    to send me abroad, right? I pose no threat to you. Please, just let me stay in the old house until the


    baby is safely born. If I leave the country, neither I nor the baby will survive. Yvette, I know you despise


    me, but the baby is innocent, isn’t it?”


    “Because of Noah?” I asked, keeping my gaze steady on her.


    She nodded, her face a mask of terror. “Noah is a monster. If he finds me abroad, he’ll kill me and the


    baby. He’s heartless, he doesn’t care whether the baby is his or not.”


    “Is that so?” I watched her, silently admiring her impressive performance.


    Tears streamed down her face as she nodded, desperate for me to believe her. “Yvette, I know you


    resent me. You resent how I treated you, how I upset our father. I was wrong, I truly was. If you just let


    me stay here, let me safely give birth in the old house, I promise I won’t interfere with your life with


    Iddy.”


    I pressed my l*ps together, watching her act in silence, my mind racing. Why had she changed


    her mind so suddenly? Was it to stay at the Youngs Old Manor? Or to stay close to Idris? What was


    she really after?


    Maybe I had been quiet for too long. She looked at me, unsure of what to do next, thinking I had gone


    soft. She turned to me and started, “Yvette, you…


    “What are you really after?” I cut in, narrowing my eyes as I studied her every expression.


    She seemed taken aback at first, a few seconds of panic shing across her face before being


    reced by a look of confusion. She stared at me, bewildered, and stammered, “Yvette, what


    mean? I don’t understand what you’re saying. ”


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    Watching her reaction, I felt pretty certain about a few things. I had never been good at ying games,


    and I was not the most patient person on earth.


    I did not n on ying guessing games with her. I said straight out, “You don’t want to leave the


    country because you’re scared of Noah. But you’re not scared he’ll kill you. You’re scared he’ll ruin your


    ns foring back, right?”


    A shiver ran across her face, but she still looked at me, feigning confusion. “Yvette, I don’t understand


    what you’re talking about!”


    I gave a small smile, straightened up, and looked down at her. “Moore, if you enjoy ying dumb, then


    by all means, keep it up. But let me remind you, you’d better stick to Idris’s n. Otherwise, I won’t


    hesitate to tip off the police. If they find out Noah is back in the country, he can k*ss his freedom


    goodbye.”