Chapter 158
Chapter 158 Overthinking
I was about to go downstairs when Idris stopped me with a concerned look. “What’s going on?”
“My mom’s here,” I told Idris before heading over to the elevator to wait. A momentter, I felt a
towering presence beside me. I nced over and saw Idris, standing tall and straight like a sentinel.
I raised an eyebrow. What was he up to?
“I’lle with you to greet them,” he said, his face a picture of calm.
I could not quite read him, so I just let it be.
The elevator dinged open, and there were my mom and Sweety. They spotted Idris and me, and
Sweety shed a big smile. “Yvette, Mr. Young, heading out?”
I shook my head and helped my mom out of the elevator. “Mr. Sanchez just called. How did you get
here so fast?”
Before my mom could get a word in, Sweety chimed in, “Zoe let us know. We ran into her downstairs.
She was waiting for Mr. Sanchez to finish parking.”
Zoe was here, too?
I smiled and escorted my mom to Madam Young’s hospital room door. Liam had just finished visiting
Madam Young and looked surprised to see more people. He said hello to my mom.
He turned to Sweety, but before he could say anything, she reached out her hand. “Mr. Young, I’m
Sweety. I haven’t had the chance to properly thank you for everything. I brought some health goodies
for grandma. Hope you like them.”
She was holding a bunch of fancy herbs and mushrooms, the kind that cost a pretty penny. The Youngs
were loaded, so they did not really need them, but it was the thought that counted.
Liam gave a soft chuckle, took the goodies, and passed them to Emily. He turned to Sweety and said, ”
Ms. Taters, you’re too kind. Thanks foring to visit Grandma. I’ll thank you on her behalf.”
Sweety’s cheeks turned pink, and she gave a little wave like she was brushing off the thanks. Her eyes
lingered on Emily for a second before she smiled and asked, “And you are…?”
“This is my wife, Emily.” Liam said, introducing her.
Emily handed over the stuff to Mr. Zachary and gave Sweety a warm smile. “Hi there.”
Sweety grinned and tossed a fewpliments Emily’s way.
I had this nagging feeling that something was off, but I could not quite nail what it was.
Madam Young had not been asleep long when she woke up. The visitors all piled into her room, and
the ce went from zero to sixty in no time.
Dinner time had rolled around, and Idris was on the phone setting up the meal. I was tired from
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I was about to go downstairs when Idris stopped me with a concerned look. “What’s going on?”
“My mom’s here,” I told Idris before heading over to the elevator to wait. A momentter, I felt a
towering presence beside me. I nced over and saw Idris, standing tall and straight like a sentinel.
I raised an eyebrow. What was he up
to?
“I’lle with you to greet them,” he said, his face a picture of calm.
I could not quite read him, so I just let it be.
The elevator dinged open, and there were my mom and Sweety. They spotted Idris and Sweety shed
a big smile. “Yvette, Mr. Young, heading out?”
me, and
I shook my head and helped my mom out of the elevator. “Mr. Sanchez just called. How did you get
here so fast?”
Before my mom could get a word in, Sweety chimed in, “Zoe let us know. We ran into her downstairs.
She was waiting for Mr. Sanchez to finish parking.”
Zoe was here, too?
I smiled and escorted my mom to Madam Young’s hospital room door. Liam had just finished visiting
Madam Young and looked surprised to see more people. He said hello to my mom.
He turned to Sweety, but before he could say anything, she reached out her hand. “Mr. Young, I’m
Sweety. I haven’t had the chance to properly thank you for everything. I brought some health goodies
for grandma. Hope you like them.”
She was holding a bunch of fancy herbs and mushrooms, the kind that cost a pretty penny. The Youngs
were loaded, so they did not really need them, but it was the thought that counted.
Liam gave a soft chuckle, took the goodies, and passed them to Emily. He turned to Sweety and said,
Ms. Taters, you’re too kind. Thanks foring to visit Grandma. I’ll thank you on her behalf.”
Sweety’s cheeks turned pink, and she gave a little wave like she was brushing off the thanks. Her eyes
lingered on Emily for a second before she smiled and asked, “And you are…?”
“This is my wife, Emily.” Liam said, introducing her.
Emily handed over the stuff to Mr. Zachary and gave Sweety a warm smile. “Hi there.”
Sweety grinned and tossed a fewpliments Emily’s way.
I had this nagging feeling that something was off, but I could not quite nail what it was.
Madam Young had not been asleep long when she woke up. The visitors all piled into her room, and
the ce went from zero to sixty in no time.
Dinner time had rolled around, and Idris was on the phone setting up the meal. I was tired from
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running around all day. The room was packed, and I did not feel like squeezing in, so I just plopped
down on a chair in the hallway.
I was zoning out when someone sat down next to me. It was Maxwell.
“Lost in thought?” he asked, his voice pulling me back to reality.
I sighed, my eyes still shut. “Why did everyonee?” It made sense for my mom to visit Madam
Young, but Sweety? That was a head–scratcher.
Maxwell was a sharp guy; he got what I was hinting at right away. “Sweety mentioned that Liam had
come to her rescue once. She never got the chance to thank him properly, but today he swung by to
visit Madam Young, and Sweety seized the moment to thank her hero.”
I bit my l*p, thinking it over. That could exin it.
“Something on your mind?” Maxwell noticed my concerned look and prodded.
I opened my eyes, sighed softly, and shook my head. “No, it’s probably nothing. Just me overthinking,
as usual.”
I paused for a beat, then turned to him. “So, are you and Zoe an item now?”
My question caught him off guard, and he stumbled for a second before denying it, “Don’t start
rumors. I’m swamped with work. I don’t have time for dating.”
“You’re not into her?” I had seen them together a lottely.
He dodged the question, fl*pping the script on me. “Weren’t you and Idris on the brink of divorce?
What’s the deal now?”
He had a point, and just like that, my appetite for gossip vanished. I slumped back in my chair, gazing
at the ceiling. “The way things are going, it looks like Idris and I won’t be splitting up anytime soon.‘
“What do you mean?” He scowled, a mix of frustration and concern on his face. “You haven’t gotten
cold feet, have you? Yvette, have you forgotten the ordeal at the Youngs Old Manor already?”
I massaged my temples and hurried to rify, “Hold on, don’t jump to conclusions. It’s not that I can’t let
go. It’s all because of Madam Young. I’ve moved on from Idris, really.” He looked skeptical, so I raised
two fingers in a scout’s pledge. “I swear, I don’t have any second thoughts about him.”
I had just finished speaking when I noticed something off in his eyes. Curious, I followed his gaze and,
to my surprise, locked eyes with Idris’s intense and brooding stare.