Chapter 86


    Chapter 86 Moore made to leave the Old Manor


    Instinctively, I nced down at the Scott Corporation building and saw Mr. Zachary standing there,


    phone in hand. Seeing this, I quickly responded, “Alright, I got it.” I hung up, grabbed my bag, and


    headed downstairs. In Mr. Zachary’s car, I could not help but wonder why Madam Young was in such a


    rush for me to visit the old manor. She had given me a month. There was no need for such urgency.


    Mr. Zachary guided me into Madam Young’s courtyard. The chill of the weather was quickly forgotten


    as we entered the house, where a fire was crackling, spreading warmth throughout. As the door swung


    open, I was taken aback to see my mother already there. “Mom, why are you here?” I asked, surprised.


    My mother, after a brief nce at Madam Young, hesitated before replying, “I came to see you and…


    Moore.” Moore? Was she the reason for my mother’s unexpected visit?


    Madam Young, her eyes still radiating kindness, invited me, “Yvette,e sit. It’s chilly outside,e


    warm your hands.” She beckoned me over with a wave of her hand, the picture of a benevolent elder.


    I nodded and took a seat next to my mother. Madam Young turned to Mr. Zachary, inquiring, Has Iddy


    arrived yet?”


    Mr. Zachary nodded. “I’ve informed him. Mr. Young will be back shortly.” Madam Young nodded, her


    gaze shifting to my mother. “Dear, Iddy will be here soon. Could you and Yvette kindly wait a bit


    longer?”


    My mother nodded, her face showing a hint of apology. “Madam Young, there’s no need for such


    formalities. If anyone’s caused trouble, it’s us for not disciplining our child properly.”


    I was puzzled by my mother’s sudden appearance at the old manor.


    In a hushed voice, I asked, “Mom, what’s happening?” Just as she was about to respond, Idris walked


    in. Seeing both me and my mother, he looked surprised but quickly recovered, greeting my mother and


    Madam Young politely before taking a seat.


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    The room was filled with a serious atmosphere, and I was still in the dark about what was going on.


    Suddenly, Madam Young turned to Mr. Zachary. “Go to the side courtyard and bring Ms. Scott. Tell her


    Deborah is here for her.”


    Mr. Zachary nodded and left with a respectful bow.


    Here for her?


    Was my mom at the old mansion today to fetch Moore? Did Madam Young ask my mom to fetch


    Moore?


    Could it be that Madam Young found out about Moore’s pregnancy and did not want her to stay in the


    mansion during her pregnancy?


    Soon enough, Moore was summoned from the side courtyard.


    Once everyone was present, Madam Young asked Mr. Zachary to fetch some drinks. She then turned


    to my mother. “It’s a rare asion that you’re here today. Stay for dinner. The kids at home are


    nning a birthday feast for me one of these days. You should join the celebration.”


    I hadpletely forgotten that Madam Young’s eightieth birthday was approaching. It seemed that as


    she aged, she had grown fonder of lively events.


    My mom exchanged pleasantries with Madam Young,ughing and chatting. The atmosphere seemed


    to lighten.


    The more harmonious the atmosphere, the more peculiar it felt though. As expected, it was not long


    before Idris turned to Madam Young and asked, “Grandma, is there something you wanted to discuss


    today?”


    Madam Young delicately sipped her tea, her gaze not resting on Idris, but on Moore. “I asked your


    mother to join us today primarily to ensure your safety. I was unaware of your pregnancy. I only knew


    you had a fondness for my old mansion, so I allowed you to stay. After all, you’re Yvette’s sister, which


    makes us practically family. But recently, I’ve noticed something off about your condition. I spoke with


    Iddy and discovered you’ve been pregnant for some time. A pregnant woman living in my old mansion


    without proper care, if anything were to happen, it would be difficult for me to face your mother at my


    age!”


    Madam Young’s words were coated with concern, seemingly considering Moore’s safety in every


    sentence. Everyone could discern the underlying message though: she was subtly suggesting Moore


    pack her things and leave the mansion with her mother.


    She was indeed a crafty old fox, managing to make even evictions sound noble.


    Moore’s face turned ashen, her l*ps pressed tightly together. Her hands, resting on herp, were


    clenched together, her knuckles whitening from the pressure.


    Upon seeing this, Idris frowned at Madam Young, voicing his displeasure. “Grandma, what are you


    doing…?”


    “Iddy, Yvette is carrying your child. You’re a good kid, but you need to prioritize.” Madam Young cut him


    off, continuing, “The Young Corporation has many matters that need attention, and Yvette needs your


    care. I know you have a kind heart, but Moore is a married woman. If she continues to live here, what


    will people say when word gets out?”


    As Madam Young spoke, her face had already taken on a stormy expression, clearly, she had been


    holding back her anger all this while. It seemed that the fact that Moore was not carrying a child of the


    Youngs was what truly infuriated her, otherwise, she would not have been so quick to summon Moore’s


    mother to take her away.


    The atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating. Moore’s face was a picture of deep hurt


    and pitifulness, yet she remained silent. It was obvious that she was unwilling to leave just like that, but


    at this point, her only option was to y the pitiful card.


    Initially, I did not understand why Madam Young had gathered everyone here, but now it made sense. If


    she had not gathered everyone, Madam Young would have simply sent Moore away, and Moore would


    have undoubtedly caused a scene, portraying herself as a pitiful figure, winning Idris’s sympathy, and


    standing against Madam Young.


    Now, with everyone present, Madam Young hadid out the situation so inly that Moore could not


    even feign being the victim anymore. After all, even if she imed that Noah was mistreating her, she


    could always go to the Scotts with her mother. Even though the Scotts were struggling now, they could


    still manage to care for a pregnant woman, effectively silencing Idris.


    fault


    Seeing the situation unfold, my mother addressed Madam Young and Idris, “It’s all for not being more


    attentive as a mother. I’ve caused you trouble these past days. Moore, too,


    my


    she got pregnant and did not even tell us, her parents. I’ve been so caught up with Kane’s issues that


    I’ve inadvertently added to your burdens.”


    Madam Young offered a gentle smile, her eyes radiating kindness. “Oh, don’t be so formal. Yvette is


    part of our family, so it’s no big deal for her sister to stay with us for a few days. But I can’t help but


    notice Moore’s belly growing each day. Our house is bustling and a bit chaotic, I worry she might


    identally get hurt. That would be quite a predicament.”


    My mother chimed in with augh. “Indeed, Madam Young, you’re always so considerate.” Once she


    finished speaking, Mother turned her attention to Moore. “Moore, why don’t pack up ande home


    with me? With your belly so big, you can’t be running around. You’re about to be a mother, you need to


    behave properly.”


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    “Mom, you…” Moore, not being naive, understood that her mother was calling her out for being unruly.


    She turned to Idris, her face a mix of hurt and pleading. “Iddy…”


    Idris looked at her, his expression faltering for a moment before he shifted his icy gaze to me. His dark


    eyes were cold and stern.


    I had initially intended to stay out of their squabble, but I did not expect Idris to suddenly look at me like


    that. When our eyes met, my heart gave a jolt, and I instantly understood what his gaze meant.


    Was he implying that Madam Young’s decision to send Moore away was influenced by me?


    Seeing this, I hardened my expression, refusing to meet his gaze.


    Perhaps realizing it was not the right time to confront me, Idris averted his eyes and addressed Madam


    Young, “Grandma, I’ve already made arrangements for Moore, why are you…”


    ‘Young one,” Madam Young cut him off, her face stern. “What do you mean by you’ve arranged it?


    Sure, Moore is Yvette’s sister, but she’s also a married woman. How can you, someone who has no


    connection to her, meddle in the affairs of another man’s wife and child? Aren’t you worried about the


    rumors if outsiders hear about this? When ites to our own matters, it’s one thing to show concern,


    but we mustn’t forget our boundaries.”