Chapter 98


    Chapter 98 You Don’t n to Divorce Idris Anymore?


    Charles did not exchange words with the girl but looked at Idris, saying, “Mr. Young, Madam Young is


    already urging us to be quick.”


    Idris nodded, shifting his gaze from me to the young girl. “Zoe, thank you for your help today. Leave the


    other dresses here as well.”


    Zoe nodded, smiling. “Sure. As long as Yvette likes my designs, I’ll keep sending them.”


    I smiled at Zoe. “It’s been a long time since west met. Your design skills have grown a lot. It seems


    I’ll have to start lining up to wear your designs soon.”


    She grinned, her eyes curving like crescent moons. “If you like my designs, you don’t need to line up,


    Yvette. I’ll always put you first!”


    Her words elicitedughter from everyone, and Charles once again urged us to move toward where


    Madam Young was.


    We all walked and chatted along the way.


    Zoe was Charles‘ sister and had always loved designing. The Zachary family elders supported her and


    even opened a studio for her. In the past two years, she had worked hard and achieved some sess,


    with fashion shows and international brands giving her offers left and right.


    We rarely saw each other on regr days, but it was a rare asion today. The lively young girl


    chattered non–stop along the way.


    The inner courtyard was filled with prominent figures from Lake City, both officials and businessmen, all


    attending. Madam Young loved watching operas, so a stage was set up in the courtyard. The spacious


    courtyard, which usually loomed quiterge, was filled with guests, creating a lively atmosphere.


    Guests came to congratte Madam Young one after another. She delightedly asked several of Idris‘


    uncles to take good care of the guests.


    When Idris and I approached Madam Young, she looked at Idris with a kind yet somewhat helpless


    expression. “There are so many guests today. My dear boy, why didn’t you help your second and third


    uncles entertain the guests? Where did you run off to?”


    supporting Madam Young, smiled reassuringly. “Somest minute work thepany dyed me.


    Grandma, please don’t be upset.”


    Young would not me him. After exchanging


    say much more


    The birthday banquet was not like other gatherings. The elderly loved lively events, and the Youngs,


    notcking in money, had hired famous chefs to cook at the Old Manor. The tables were set up under


    the stage, allowing the congratting guests to dine while enjoying the opera show.


    The opera performers were well–known, their melodies graceful and melodious, enchanting those who


    loved opera.


    Of course, there was consideration for the younger guests too. Besides opera, there were other


    performances on stage, probably invited by the Youngs‘ third uncle — a famous singer from Hansa or


    Tilsa, with a remarkable voice. Many of his fans were particrly excited to see him.


    During the meal, it was customary to toast the guests as a sign of respect and wee. Idris toasted


    with the guests, exchanging pleasantries before downing


    his drink.


    As a pregnant woman, after exining my situation, I naturally did not have to drink.


    Sitting quietly at the table, eating, Madam Young seemed tired after a series of congrattions, and


    said to me, “Yvette, I’m a bit tired. Can you help me back in to get some rest?”


    The two aunties sitting beside her were stunned. They both looked at me,


    surprised. Usually, Madam Young asked them to apany her when leaving the table early. Why did


    she explicitly ask me to help her today?


    I shot a polite smile at the aunties and then stood up to help Madam Young leave the table.


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    In Madam Young’s room, I poured her a cup of water and ced it beside her, then stood quietly aside.


    During my two years of being married into the Youngs, I had learned some rules.


    She had specifically asked me to send her back, which meant she probably had something to discuss


    with me.


    Sure enough, after a moment, Madam Young took a sip of water and looked at me, “Yvette, these two


    months are almost over. It seems Iddy doesn’t n to divorce you. I’m old and don’t want to meddle in


    the younger generation’s affairs, but if you really want me to intervene, I have the ability to despite my


    she would ask about my rtionship with Idris, I looked at her calmly


    “Orandma, do you want me to divorce Idris just beca Use of my


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