Chapter 162


    Chapter 162 I thank you so much, Yvette.


    I grunted a yes and asked, “Anything else from Officer Jackson?”


    “Nope.”


    She was about to say more, but I cut her off, thinking about Madam Young’s recent sketchy moves,


    Just keep your eyes peeled these next couple of days, okay? Stay safe and try to hit the hay early.”


    I ended the call feeling all jumbled up inside.


    Maxwell caught the look on my face. “What’s up?” he asked, a crease of worry between his brows.


    I just shook my head, wished him a good night, and headed back to my room with my coat in hand.


    In bed, I could not stop thinking about Madam Young’stest antics and Idris having Ensio dig up dirt


    from five years back. The more I thought, the messier my thoughts got, until everything was a blur.


    The next morning, I woke up bleary–eyed from a night of tossing and turning to find a bunch of texts


    from Moore and missed calls from Ensio on my phone.


    I called Ensio back first. He picked up right away, his voice steady as always, “Mrs. Young, got a sec?”


    I hummed a yes and asked, “What’s going on?”


    Ensio did not miss a beat, “Mr. Young sent me to drop something off for you. I’m right outside the


    Scotts‘ ce.”


    I blinked in surprise, slid out of bed, and peered out the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car was parked


    just outside the gate. “Okay, just give me a sec,” I called out.


    I ended the call, threw on a jacket, and dashed downstairs.


    Mom was in the dining room, eyeing me as I descended. “About time you woke up. What time did you


    roll inst night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with thesete nights andzy mornings, I


    swear… You haven’t even had breakfast. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”


    “Just need to pick something up,” I answered her and breezed out of the hall.


    Ensio caught my hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to interrupt your morning,


    did I wake you?”


    I gave a sheepish shake of my head. It was already midday; what rest was there to disturb?


    He handed me a leather bag. “Mr. Young asked me to deliver this to you. Also, there’s some paperwork


    for the vi at Clearwater Residence. Looks like you’ll need to swing by the real estate office to sign off


    on it.”


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    Paperwork?


    I peeked inside the bag and found a divorce certificate, a bunch of bank cards, and a property deed.


    ”


    Idris had actually signed the divorce certificate?


    Clutching the leather bag, I felt a chill run through me. I handed the deed and cards back to Ensio. Mr.


    Candor, could you please give these back to Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence


    vi. Oh, and if he could make the time to head down to the local office with me to pick up the divorce


    papers, that’d be great.”


    Ensio stepped back, not taking the items, and said with a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young


    insisted that if you don’t ept these, I shouldn’t bothering back.”


    When did he start throwing his weight around like this?


    I sighed and said, “Alright, could you please pass along a message for me?”


    Ensio, ever the gentleman, replied, “Mrs. Young, it would be best if you spoke with Mr. Young directly.


    I wanted to remind him that Idris and I were no longer married, and he did not have to call me Mrs.


    Young anymore, but before I could get the words out, he was already in his car, driving away.


    Taking a deep breath, I gathered up all the stuff and headed back to the Scotts‘ ce.


    My mom raised an eyebrow at the leather bag in my arms. “What’s that?”


    “Divorce papers,” I answered, tossing them onto the couch before dialing Idris’s number.


    The phone rang a few times before he picked up. “Hello?” His voice was as cool and detached as


    always.


    Clinging to the phone, I said, “I got the stuff, thanks for being true to your word. I’ll keep visiting


    Grandma and work with the Youngs as needed. And about the property and bank cards, I don’t need


    them. Let me know when you’re free, and I’ll bring them over.”


    “Just get rid of them.”


    Wait, what?


    Get rid of them?


    Forget how much cash was in those bank ounts; the properties he had given me were worth a


    fortune. Just get rid of them? Wow, talk about being high–handed.


    I caught my breath, my voice catching as I replied, “Mr. Young, you’re too kind. Well, in that case, I


    won’t hold back. When you have your big day, I wholeheartedly wish you and your future bride a


    lifetime of joy and a house full of kids.”


    I meant every word. Getting such a hefty sum from a divorce, even though I knew Idris was not tight-


    fisted, was still unexpected. Given the circumstances, I genuinely hoped for his happiness.


    The line was dead for a moment, except for the distant sound ofbored breathing. Then, after what felt


    like forever, a voice cut through the silence, icy and sharp, “Thank you so much, Yvette.”