Chapter 160


    Chapter 160 Madam Young’s Prison Visit


    As Mr. Zachary counted out pills, he answered, “Madam Young had him tied up with some business.”


    I smiled lightly. “Oh, something to do with Young Corporation? Idris has been up to his ears in work too,


    lately.”


    Mr. Zachary, who had been with the Youngs forever, picked up on my probing even through the small


    mind talk. He paused, meeting my eyes with a hint of concern. “Madam, is there something on your you


    want to ask me?”


    His question caught me off–guard, and I hesitated, but I went for it, “Mr. Zachary, has grandma run into


    some trouble with Moore recently?”


    He knitted his brows, lost in thought for a moment before he spoke up, “So, you’ve picked up on the


    tension between Ms. Scott and Madam Young, huh?”


    I nodded, “I’ve been swamped with work at Scott Corp and haven’t had much time to check in on


    grandma. I’m out of the loop. Last time I bumped into her and Moore at the diner, they were clearly at


    odds. And with grandma’s over–the–top reaction today, I just had to ask–did something go down


    recently?”


    Mr. Zachary gave a small nod, pausing before he replied, “Madam Young’s never been a fan of Ms.


    Scott, that’s old news. They haven’t had a blowout or anything, but about a month back, Madam Young


    dragged Charles with her for a trip to Southern City Jail.”


    The jail?


    I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard, “What was Grandma doing at the jail?” What did that have to do


    with her visit there?


    Mr. Zachary cracked a slight smile, “Beats me. All I got was something Charles let sl*p about visiting an


    old buddy, someone with the name Lanier.”


    Lanier?


    “Hey, do me a solid and take these meds up with you, will you? I need to swing by the cafe and whip up


    some light eats for Madam Young,” Mr. Zachary said as he handed me the bag of medicines, his smile


    still in ce as he headed out.


    Medicines in hand, my mind was still racing with the conversation. Grandma went to the jail a month


    ago to meet someone named Lanier?


    Jail.


    Lanier.


    Noah.


    The only person who could possibly link the two was Noah, and to top it off, Moore was expecting


    Noah’s baby.


    Why on earth did Madam Young want to see Noah?


    Was there some kind of secret between them?


    The whole thing was too much to wrap my head around, so I decided to let it go and not overthink it.


    After leaving Madam Young’s hospital room, where a bunch of visitors had just trickled out, it was


    already hitting dinner time. Idris had made reservations at a restaurant and invited everyone to join.


    Mom had never been one for crowds, especially since Dad was gone. Plus, her visit to Madam Young


    was more about paying back a favor for the time Madam Young bailed out Scott Corporation in a bind.


    She was never really keen on Idris, so she was not about to hang around him more than necessary.


    She gave me a few parting words before getting ready to head out.


    Maxwell was only there to apany Mom, so when she left, he was right on her heels. Zoe, not one


    to hide her crush on Maxwell, watched him go.


    With a grin like a crescent moon, she turned to Idris and chirped, “Iddy, something’se up and I


    gotta run. Let’s catch up over dinner some other time, okay?” With that, she was gone.


    Suddenly, it was just me, Sweety, Liam, Emily and Idris left.


    At the restaurant, Idris had snagged us a private room ahead of time. Once we were settled, the waiter


    handed Liam the menu to order. Liam, with a grin, handed it over to me, “Your turn to pick.”


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    Ordering had never been my strong suit, so I turned to Emily and said, “Emily, why don’t you take the


    lead?”


    Emily was not exactly the best at making decisions like these, but with everyone else dodging the task


    and Idris looking gloomy, Liam shot her a look that said it was up to her. So, she took the plunge and


    ordered for the group.


    At the table, Idris was the picture of cool detachment, his face giving nothing away. Liam and Emily


    were not exactly chatty either. It was Sweety who kept the conversation alive, peppering Emily with


    questions and showering Liam with thanks for once saving her life.


    Sweety, ever the bold one, chimed in, “Emily, Liam, Christmas is just around the corner. Got any ns?


    There’s this new resort at South Hill, a really beautiful ce, and I’ve heard it’s a st. How about I


    treat us all to a little holiday getaway?”