Chapter 100


    Chapter 100 Looking Forward to the Future


    I pursed my l*ps and squeezed my somewhat cold hands, saying, “I had no evidence. I once tried to


    speak out, but no one believed me. Now, I have the guts. to tell you because I’ve found the person who


    conspired with Moore against me back then.‘”


    She nodded slightly, looked at me, and then took a teacup from the table in front of her. She ced it in


    front of me and tapped the table. “Sit down.”


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    Seeing her invitation, I nodded. I had been standing since I entered, and my legs. were indeed feeling a


    bit numb.


    After sitting down, she poured me a cup of tea and after a moment’s thought, looked at me and said,


    “Yvette, you’re smart and good at assessing situations. Technically, now that you’re pregnant, as an


    elder, I shouldn’t be separating you two. But I still have to say this upfront: since you’re confident you


    can clear up the incident from five years ago, I’ll believe you. As for the Scott Corporation, its current


    situation, frankly, is not optimistic. With financial difficulties and internal and external troubles, even if


    your father were alive, he might not be able to revive it, let alone you. You must understand that any


    slight problem with Scott Corporation now, given your status as the Youngs‘ granddaughter–inw,


    could affect the future development of the Young Corporation.”


    I understood her point and nodded without arguing.


    Seeing that I did not object, she continued. “Of course, now that you’re pregnant, I won’t force you to


    divorce Iddy. But whether you can maintain this marriage will depend on your abilities. I must remind


    you that although Iddy has a strong. sense of responsibility, he doesn’t have feelings for you. If Scott


    Corporation. cannot ovee this crisis and it goes bankrupt, you and Iddy must divorce, and the child


    in your womb must stay with the Youngs.”


    Inodded, relieved that she was no longer focusing on my rtionship with Idris. I looked at her and


    said, “Don’t worry. The Scotts‘ affairs will never affect the Young Corporation.”


    She did not say much more, leaning back in her chair. “Alright, since that’s the case, I won’t say


    anything more. I’m also tired. You go do your things. I’ll rest here for a while.”


    y With that, I had managed to settle matters with Madam Young


    omewhat


    hat surprised at how easily I had convinced her, I stood up, sald


    and Young, and left the room.


    In the courtyard, the guests had mostly finished eating. They were either listening to the opera or


    gathered together, chatting and reminiscing.


    After talking to Madam Young, I felt somewhat relieved. I had always been confused in life, but I was


    very clear–headed about marrying Idris. I liked him, even if I had always tried to appear indifferent. I


    always knew what I wanted.


    Now that this child had appeared at such a time, did it not mean that my bond with Idris was not over


    yet? I would not get a divorce unless absolutely necessary. Even though I was not sure if he loved me,


    it was okay. There was plenty of time, and I would strive to be a part of his life.


    Now that things were clear with Madam Young, I also needed to talk things out with Idris. Of course, I


    had to tell him about the child. This time, he was really going to be a father.


    Feeling good, I looked around the courtyard but could not find him. Instead, I saw Maxwell with my


    mother.


    Why were they here?


    I approached them and asked my mother, “Mom, did you just arrive?” I had not seen her when I


    congratted Madam Young earlier.


    She nodded. “The traffic was congested along the way. I was nning toe. alone, but since Little


    Sanchez had nothing to do at home, he came with me. Where’s Madam Young? I arrivedte, so I


    need to speak to her and personally deliver the gift.”


    I pointed to Madam Young’s courtyard and nced at Maxwell, who usually disliked such gatherings.


    Why had hee too?


    Noticing me looking at him, Maxwell did not pay me any attention, instead eagerly observing theyout


    of the Youngs‘ mansion.


    As my mother went to Madam Young’s room, I said to Maxwell, “It’s rare for you to be interested in


    such gatherings.”


    He turned his attention away from the stage and pointed. “Is this The Magic Flute? Madam Young has


    quite the taste.”


    I rolled my eyes at him, about to tease him a bit.


    Suddenly, a head popped out from the side. It was Zoe, her round face smiling You’re here, Yvette.


    Charles said someone was asking for you at the pavilion in


    ck of the courtyard.”