Chapter 94


    Chapter 94 Telling Mom I’m Not Pregnant


    My mother was taken aback, looking like a child. “I… I didn’t think of all that. It was just angry and didn’t


    want to see her again. I didn’t realize it would…” She paused, then looked at me and asked, “So that’s


    what you meant when you mentioned a ‘chance‘ to Moore earlier?”


    I nodded and smiled. “Moore is even more eager than us to appear pitiful in front of Idris, to ensure he


    won’t leave her. So, the timing of your sending her away yed right into her hands.”


    A pregnant woman being kicked out in the middle of the night–how damn pitiful. How could Idris


    possibly stand by and watch? He would probably arrange everything for her.


    This was exactly what Moore wanted.


    “Argh!” my mother sighed. “How did I not see that?”


    I felt tired and irritated. Looking at my mother, I said, “What’s done is done. Let it be. Mom, it’ste. You


    should go back to your room and rest.”


    She nodded, still wanting to say something, but seeing how exhausted I was, she did not continue.


    After watching my mother leave, Iy in bed, feeling indescribably suffocated.


    How should I handle things from here?


    The next day.


    When I woke


    up, it was already noon. I still felt ufortable around my stomach and was extremely sensitive to


    smells, which sometimes made me want


    to gag.


    My mother came in and saw me sitting on the bed, lost in thought, and said, Pregnant women and their


    love of sleep. Get up and freshen up. I’ll take you to the hospitalter. Your belly doesn’t look like that


    of a three–months–pregnant woman. We should check to make sure there are no problems.”


    Seeing me motionless, she pulled me out of bed and into the bathroom. After a long time fussing


    around, my brain finally regained some ability to think.


    fcame downstairs, there was breakfast on the table, and my mother


    ice Seeing me, she urged me to eat quickly


    table, my mother pulled up a


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    tell me what you think about you and Idris continuing from here.”


    It seemed there was nothing left to hide at this point.


    After drinking some juice, I told my mother about Idris and Moore’s situation five years ago, and his


    current intentions of taking care of her.


    My mother frowned deeply. She looked at me, and said, “If he wants to repay a debt, that’s his


    business. Yvette, as a woman, I know the pain of a man’s heart not being with you. Tell me, what are


    your ns? Are you thinking of divorcing Idris?”


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    I did not expect my mother to be so direct. I was momentarily stunned, then forced a smile. “Mom, I’ll


    handle it myself.”


    Divorce was not as simple as it sounded.


    She looked at me with a pained expression, sighing softly. “Since your father passed away, I’ve been


    thinking about you and Idris. I initially thought that since Idris and Moore were together and even have


    a child together, divorce would be a relief for you. But after visiting Old Manor yesterday and talking


    with Madam Young, I realized there was nothing between them.”


    As she spoke, she took a deep breath. “I didn’t sleep all night, thinking about what to do about you and


    Idris. As a mother, I don’t want you to suffer, watching your man’s heart be upied with someone


    else. I wanted you to divorce him, but then I thought about the child in your womb, a descendant of the


    Youngs. If you really divorced, the Youngs would never let you keep the child, and I can’t bear to let you


    go through the pain of being separated from your child.”


    Touched by my mother’s pained expression, I took her hand andforted her. Mom, don’t worry, I’m


    fine. My rtionship with Idris isn’t that bad. Even if we do divorce, it won’t be soplicated. I’m not


    pregnant with his child, so there’s no need to worry about the pain of separation or whatnot.”


    “You’re not pregnant?” My mother was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief.” How can you not be


    pregnant? Yvette, what’s going on here? Don’t lie to me!”


    I patientlyforted her and exined, “The pregnancy was a scheme by Madam Young.” I then told


    my mother about Madam Young’s intentions behind the pregnancy


    She was incredulous and somewhat angry. “How ridiculous! How could Madam Young use you like


    this? Knowing you were pregnant, your father, on his sickbed,


    ng me to take good care of you, to let him see his grandchild, and now