Chapter 91


    Chapter 91 Clearing Things Up


    When my mother came in, I was staring nkly at the ceiling. She ced the pumpkin soup she had


    made beside me and looked around my bedroom before. asking, “Where’s Idris? Did he leave?”


    I shook my head. Feeling an emptiness in my stomach, I sat up and began. sipping the soup on the


    chaise lounge.


    My mother seemed hesitant to speak as she watched me eat.


    I looked at her and said, “Mom, if you want to say something, just say it. Otherwise, you’ll feel


    ufortable holding it in.‘


    After a pause, she said, “Since Moore came back from Old Manor, she’s been smashing things in her


    room. Just now, Little Sanchez mentioned that Idris went there. Is that true?”


    I nodded. My mother already knew all she needed to know, and I had nothing to hide from her.


    Her brows furrowed tightly.


    With a grim expression, she tried to control her temper and said to me, “Today at the Youngs, I thought


    I misunderstood Idris and Moore, but now…” She took at deep breath, suddenly stood up, and left my


    bedroom.


    I was caught off–guard by her sudden departure.


    Soon after, there was a loud knocking sounding from next door.


    It was from Moore’s room.


    Realizing what my mother was about to do, I quickly put down my bowl and ran out. However, it was


    toote. By the time I got there, the door to Moore’s room was already open, and my mother had


    entered.


    Fearing something might happen, I hurriedly followed. Moore’s room was in utter disarray, with broken


    ss, overturned tables and chairs, cosmetics, and other items strewn all over it. Everything breakable


    had been shattered, and everything else was lost in the mess.


    Her vanity mirror by her bed was smashed to pieces.


    Moore was wearing a thin white nightgown, her fair and delicate feet bare. Perhaps she had stepped


    on the broken pieces in her emotional state, as there was a pool of blood around her feet, which were


    now wrapped in bandages.


    seemed idris had just helped her with the injuries


    Idris, with a knitted brow and a somewhat somber expression, was half–kneeling by her feet, his


    furrowed brows filled with distress.


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    The sudden appearance of my mother and I caused both of them to look at us in


    unison.


    Seeing us, Moore moved awkwardly behind, distancing herself from Idris. There was a saying that


    went, “The more you try to exin, the worse things get.”


    Her actions at this moment perfectly illustrated this saying.


    “Mom, Yvette…” Moore spoke softly, looking pitiful and cautious as if my mother and I had mistreated


    her.


    My mother, unable to suppress her temper, looked at her with pursed l*ps and said, “Don’t you pretend


    to be innocent!”


    Her words made Idris slightly frown. He stood up beside Moore, his demeanor noble andposed,


    and said to my mother, “Moore’s injured.”


    His words seemed to be merely stating a fact, but it also carried a warning to my mother to not to be


    harsh to an injured person.


    My mother pursed her l*ps and spoke gravely, “If she’s injured, call a doctor or take her to the hospital.


    Idris, you’re Yvette’s husband. Is it appropriate for you to be in and out of Moore’s room like this?”


    Her blunt words were quite embarrassing.


    Idris‘ expression darkened slightly, but as a member of the Youngs, he quicklyposed himself and


    said to my mother, “I acted inappropriately. I


    overstepped.”


    Not wanting to be too harsh on him, my mother took a deep breath and softened. her tone. She did not


    intend to make the matter a big deal. Then, she turned to me and said, “Yvette, you and Idris should go


    back to Clearwater Residence. There are too many people here, and you’re a light sleeper. You won’t


    rest well at night.”


    Clearly, my mother was trying to send us away.


    With things havinge this far, I felt that if I kept hesitating, it would be of no


    use


    After taking a deep breath, I said to my mother, “Mom, these are my affairs. Let ine handle them.


    My mother was taken aback, her brows furrowed as she looked at me. I gave her a reassuring smile.


    Seeing this, she said, “You two can go out first. I have something to say to Moore.”


    With my


    mother insisting, I could not say much more. I nced at the frail and delicate Moore and left the


    bedroom.


    As I left, I also closed the door behind me.


    In the backyard of the Scott Residence, the deep autumn wind was a bit cold.


    I could not help but tighten my coat.


    I then felt that there was an extra coat on me. It was Idris’, and I shrugged it off.


    Looking at his handsome face, I felt much calmer and smiled. “I found out about your rtionship with


    Moore for the first time right here.”


    His gaze deepened, seemingly aware of what I wanted to discuss. He looked at met and started to


    speak. “About what just happened…”


    “Let me finish,” I interrupted him and continued. “Idris, you’re so outstanding. Having one or two


    unforgettable people in your heart is understandable for anyone. But what surprises me is that the


    other person was Moore. Honestly, when I first saw you two hugging each other here, my mind was


    buzzing. My sister and my husband… Such a situation would be really distressing for anyone.”