Chapter 120
Chapter 120 Is There Really No Turning Back?
I said my piece and was ready to balt
Idris caught my wrist, and I red into his icy eyes. “Yvette, I won’t agree to a divorce.”
1 bit my l*p, a coldugh escaping me. “Alright, then let’s take it to court. Keep an eye out for the
summons
His grip tightened, his dark eyes boring into mine, voice heavy with something unspoken. “Yvette, does
it have toe to this?”
I let out a derisive snort, my gaze dripping with scorn. “Mr. Young, what’s this about? You’re the one
who called me a liar, a violent thug, and rotten to the core. Shouldn’t you be jumping for joy to get rid of
me? Why the change of heart?”
His frown deepened, his eyes a stormy sea of confusion. “So, there’s nothing I can do to fix this?”
I dodged the hurt in his eyes, inhaled a sharp, cold breath, and kept my voice steady. “Idris, just sign
the papers. Do us both a favor.”
I wrenched my hand free, did not look back at him, and walked out. I got in the car and fired
engine
up the
My heart was not big enough to keep loving in silence after being crushed. Divorce was the only way
This was goodbye. I hoped our paths would never cross again.
Back at the Scotts, Mom and Maxwell were bustling around the dining room. Mom must have heard the
car because she came out to greet me with a smile.
“Little Sanchez was spot on,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “He said you’d be back, and here you are.
Stepping out of the car, Mom and I made our way into the foyer. Maxwell was in the kitchen, apron-
d and bustling about, and from the sounds of it, he was not alone.
I nced at Mom, curious. “Are we expectingpany?”
Out zipped Zoe, a streak of green, her coat the color of fresh spring leaves. Her hair was twisted up
into a yful bun that bounced as she moved, adding to her sprite–like charm.
“Hey, Zoe,” I greeted her with a warm smile. “What brings you here? Dreaming up some new fashion
design?
She shed a toothy grin, her eyes sparkling like stars. “Yep, and I thought I’d drop by to check on
YOU
Her eyes kept darting back to the kitchen, and I arched an eyebrow. Was she crushing on Maxwell?
Shaking off the thought, I let out a chuckle and let the conversation drop
My phone buzzed from my bag–it was Officer Jackson. I excused myself and headed to the backyard
for better reception.
“Ms. Scott, how’s everything going?” His voice was unexpectedly personal.
I paused, a little thrown off. “I’m good, thanks. What’s up, Officer Jackson?”
There was a brief silence before he spoke again. “About that trip to Macamer–are you all set?”
His question jogged my memory. Right, the thing he had mentioned before. I nced at the time.
Lucas’s party was just around the corner tomorrow night, to be exact.
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On the line with officer Jackson, 1 quickly assured, “No problems here, Officer Jackson. I’ll get to
booking a flight to Hansa for tomorrow. Be ready, we’re heading out early.”
“Got it,” the voice on the other end responded.
Once I hung up, the weight of the situation hit me. Scott Corporation’s funds were running on fumes.
With the whirlwind of thest few days, I had nearly let the most crucial issue sl*p my mind.
If I did not jet off to Hansa and bring Caleb and Bt back soon, Scott Corporation would be on a one
-way trip to bankruptcy.
And then there was the whole mess with Alex. Now that Idris and I were done, I did not need to prove
my innocence to the Youngs anymore. However, that did not mean I was going to let Moore off the
hook. No way was I going to let her get away with it all, living guilt–free.
“Lost in thought?” Maxwell’s voice snapped me back to reality. He was right behind me, a crease of
worry etched between his brows.
I pocketed my phone and shed him a grin. “Ease up on the scowl, Max. It’ll give you wrinkles and
bad vibes, not to mention it’ll mess with your handsome face.”
He did not crack a smile, and just brushed off my attempt at humor. “Aunt Deb mentioned you’ve
decided to divorce Idris?” he asked, getting straight to the point