Chapter 149


    Chapter 149 Hitting the Trending List


    Liam was swamped with work overseas, and of course, he could not be here to deal with the family


    drama. That left his wife, Emily, to step up to the te.


    Idris, on the other hand, was up to his ears in work with the end–of–the–year chaos. It was a given he


    would be busy. Technically, Idris and I were still married in the public eye, so it fell on me to help out


    with family stuff, like taking care of Madam Young.


    Somehow, it became the unspoken rule that Emily and I were the go–to people for all of Madam


    Young’s needs


    Once Madam Young had her mishap, thest thing on my mind was to hash out divorce details with


    Idris. Once we got her settled, the Young family, from the oldest to the youngest, were all taken care of


    and sent home.


    Idris and Mr. Zachary were downstairs in the lobby, sorting out Madam Young’s hospital paperwork.


    The hallway was deserted, with a chilly breeze cutting through. Emily, ever so thoughtful, passed me


    the fuzzy nket she had been carrying, “It’s pretty cold here. I grabbed this nket for Grandma to


    keep her warm, but the doctors returned it when she was taken to the ER. Wrap up in it, so you don’t


    freeze.”


    I thanked her quickly. We were not exactly close. She was a professor at Lake City University and we


    hardly ever saw each other because of her busy schedule. Plus, she had married Liam long ago and


    had a daughter who was nearly in middle school, so she was usually wrapped up in her own world. The


    few times we did bump into each other were at the old manor, and even then, we barely exchanged


    more than a few words.


    The nket draped over my legs chased away the chill, and we both sat there. We were not exactly


    chatterboxes. To break the ice, I started, “When’s Liam due back? I owe him a big thanks forst time,


    but he jetted off before I could say it. When he’s back, Idris and I want to take you guys out for a meal


    you know, to really show our gratitude.”


    Emily might have been in her thirties, but she had a natural glow and took good care of herself. Her


    skin was porcin smooth, and she gave me a soft smile. “He’ll be back any day now. With the trouble


    at grandma’s, he’s bound toe. What did you need his help with? He mentioned your friend was in


    a bit of a bind, but I did not pry. Was it bad?”


    The whole mess with Sweety being trapped and tormented by Noah was pretty hush–hush since it


    went down at Castle in the Lake, and the cops kept a lid on it, so it never really exploded into a big


    scandal. After Noah got nabbed, the story pretty much got squashed.


    It figured Emily was out of the loop


    I just grinned and brushed it off. “It’s history. My friend’s all good now.”


    She caught on and gave a small, knowing nod, her smile saying she would not dig any deeper.


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    Her phone buzzed then, and she murmured a polite, “Excuse me, I’ve gotta take this,” before she got


    up and headed to the stairwell to talk.


    I caught a snippet of her saying, “Hubby… but then she was out of earshot, stepping into the


    stairwell.


    Probably Liam checking in on Madam Young’s situation.


    Idris and Mr. Zachary wrapped up their paperwork and joined us. He sent. Mr. Zachary off to sort out


    the nursing and health care staff for Madam Young’s room. In the world of the well–to–do, money was


    never an issue, least of all when it came to taking care of their own.


    After Mr. Zachary had gone, Idris looked around, not spotting Emily, and turned to me with a question.


    “Where’s Emily?”


    1 gestured toward the stairwell and told him, “She’s on a call.”


    He gave a nod, his striking features still carrying a hint of tension. “I appreciate you being here with me


    today.”


    “It’s nothing,” I replied coolly, Madam Young might have been tough on me, but she was family after all.


    I could not just ignore her troubles.


    He seemed to notice the bandage on my hand, his brow creasing with concem. “I’ve got everything set


    up here. A nurse will be here soon to take over. You should head home and rest. And keep your hand


    dry, okay?”


    The burn was minor, but before I could brush off his concern, his phone buzzed. I fell silent as he took


    the call.


    “Moore, what’s up?” he answered, his voice a deep murmur.


    I could not catch the conversation, but Idris’s eyes suddenly met mine, searching, questioning. I was


    clueless, wondering what was on his mind.


    After a few soothing words to the caller, he ended the call and approached me. “An old article about


    you being falsely used of trafficking five years ago just hit the trending list.”


    He handed me his phone, and there it was, zing across the screen: “Heiress to Billions or Heartless


    Trafficker? Shocking ims Surface About Tycoon’s Daughter.