Chapter 87


    Chapter 87 Madam Young Lays Down the Law


    Madam Young’s words were airtight, each one a clear message to Idris to stay out of Moore’s business.


    I finally got it. Madam Young was dead set on making Moore leave the old mansion today.


    I did not need to see Moore’s face to know how upset she must be.


    Right now, she did not have a say in the matter, nor the right to refuse Madam Young’s demand.


    Probably realizing that she had to leave today, the usually quiet Moore turned to Madam Young and


    said, “Grandma, I appreciate you and Iddy looking after me. I overstepped, I shouldn’t have been so


    taken with the beauty of this old mansion and stayed so long. I had nned to go home and be with my


    mother a few days ago, but I did not expect to find myself pregnant. The shock made me stay a few


    more days. Luckily, my mother is here today, so I’ll go home with herter.”


    I had to hand it to Moore. In such a situation, she could still say these grand words without a hint of


    embarrassment or hesitation, creating an exit for herself.


    Seeing her speak up, Madam Young promptly asked Mr. Zachary to help Moore pack her things.


    After giving Mr. Zachary his instructions, she turned to her mother and said, “Deborah, since you’re


    here, why not stay for dinner?”


    My mother quicklyughed off the invitation, insisting that she had matters to attend to at home and


    needed to return early. Both were masters of the art of evasion, one feigning hospitality to retain


    guests, the other feigning busyness.


    Mr. Zachary was swift in his actions, and in no time, Moore’s belongings were all packed. After


    exchanging a few polite words, my mother left the Youngs’ residence with Moore. I, however, was held


    back by Madam Young, who imed she had something to discuss.


    What surprised me was Idris. I had assumed that after Madam Young had sent Moore away, Idris,


    being the person he was, would have followed tofort Moore’s bruised spirit.


    To my surprise, he did not utter another word and chose to stay back with me. “Iddy, do attend to your


    matters. I have a few heartfelt words to share with Yvette,” Madam Young said, once the guests had


    left.


    Idris nodded, his dark eyes lingering on me before he left, his voice low as he said, “I will wait for you


    outside.”


    I remained silent. Wait for me? Idris and I were not so deeply in love that we could not bear to be apart


    for a moment.


    It must be because Moore had been sent away.


    With this thought, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, a kind of tiredness that was hard to put into


    words, idris left.


    Madam Young handed me a cup of tea, her gaze steady on me. “Sit down. I heard about the Scott


    Corporation. Have you figured it out? Did you find the money?”


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    I shook my head. “Not yet.”


    She nodded, a sound of approval escaping her l*ps. “Once the matter is clear, it will be easy to handle


    if you know where the money has gone.” She looked up at me. “You are quite capable. It’s a pity that


    you and our Iddy are not meant to be.”


    I pressed my l*ps together, knowing that she was probably hinting at my impending divorce with Idris. I


    took the initiative and said, “Grandma, I will proceed with the divorce from Idris as soon as possible.”


    Her hand hesitated mid-pour, and she looked up at me, asking, “Even knowing that Moore’s baby isn’t


    Idris’s, do you still n to divorce Iddy?”


    I was taken aback, a bit bewildered. Wasn’t the divorce her idea? Why did it sound like I was the one


    pushing for it?


    pressed


    my l*ps together, meeting her gaze. “Whether the baby is Idris’s or not, you’d still want me to divorce


    him, would you not?”


    She chuckled, her face etched with the lines of age. “You’re sharp, I like that. It’s just a shame that our


    Iddy’s wife can’t have a past like that.”


    I stayed quiet, not responding. I would look into what happened five years ago, and clear my name of


    those nasty rumors, but I did not n on sharing this with Madam Young.


    The idea of divorce was not entirely because of the pressure she put on me.


    Seeing my silence, she looked at me and said, “Alright, as long as you understand, keep the divorce in


    mind, just don’t let the Youngs lose their dignity.”


    I nodded, seeing that everything that needed to be said had been said, I stood up to leave.


    She called out to stop me, “It’s gettingte, you and Iddy should stay. It’s rare for the youngsters of the


    Young family to alle back. You two should stay as well. Let’s have a lively dinner together before


    going our separate ways.”