Chapter 183


    Chapter 183 Gaining Sympathy


    Moore had attempted suicide?


    Everyone was stunned for a moment. Sweety was the first to speak, her disbelief evident. “Moore


    attempted suicide? She would do that? That’s crazy.”


    I pursed my l*ps,posed myself, and said to Charles, “If Idris isn’t at thepany, he’s probably at


    the hospital. Maybe check Madam Young’s room. He might be talking with her and set his phone to


    silent.”


    Charles nodded and went to Madam Young’s room.


    After saying goodbye to us, Zoe followed him.


    With them gone, Sweety turned to me and asked, “Should we go and see?”


    I shook my head. As the elevator arrived, I helped her in.


    Seeing myposed demeanor, Sweety hesitated before asking, “Yvette, do you think Moore really


    attempted suicide?”


    I shook my head, my expression neutral. “I don’t know.”


    She continued, “Why would she attempt suicide? It doesn’t seem like her.” Then, as if a lightbulb went


    off, she said, “Right, it can’t be a suicide attempt. She must be ying the victim, trying to gain


    sympathy from the Youngs‘ family to make her way in.”


    I did not respond. As we reached our floor, I helped her out of the elevator. Noticing my silence, Sweety


    whispered, “Yvette, do you think Idris will soften?”


    I suddenly stopped and looked at her. She was taken aback. “What’s… what’s wrong?”


    “I’m divorced from him. His matters don’t concern me,” I said, then continued guiding her out.


    “I…” She choked for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, I was just curious and wanted to gossip. If you


    don’t like it, I won’t talk about it.”


    I smiled faintly and nced at her. “You’ve been posting beautiful photos and showing off literary skills


    on social mediately. What’s up? Got someone you like?”


    your


    She paused, looking guilty as she hobbled toward the car. “Did you think posting beautiful photos


    means I have someone I like? Can’t I just admire myself?”


    As I followed her and helped her into the car, then took my ce in the driver’s seat and started the


    car, I said lightly, “There’s nothing wrong with having someone you like, as long as it’s reasonable,


    emotional, and legal. After all, I’ve been married and divorced, and Mr. Taters is probably urging you to


    get married.”


    She looked out the window, her expression hidden from me. All I heard was her faint response, “Who


    can be clear about liking someone? Besides, you know I don’t want to get married. I’ll stick to my


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    Chapter 183 Gaining Sympathy


    usual, dating without marriage, enjoying myself without responsibility.”


    Regarding her views on love, I did notment and simply said, “Enjoy dating, but make sure not to


    hurt anyone. You don’t want to cause trouble.”


    She hummed in agreement. “Got it. What trouble could there be? Who says only men can flirt around


    withoutmitment? Hmph, I’m the same. I can see all the handsome men I want, but I’m not getting


    married. Whoever wants to should just go ahead and do it, but I won’t.”


    Iughed, helplessly saying, “Don’t give me your skewed logic. I just want to remind you, it’s fine to like


    handsome men, but just keep your boundaries. And don’t think I don’t know that despite all your


    talk over the years, you haven’t really dated anyone.”


    Having grown up together, I knew her pretty well. Over the years, she had always been vocal about


    handsome guys, iming to have ‘slept with them‘ hundreds of times in her mind, but in reality, she


    had not even held a man’s hand before.


    She chuckled but did not respond.


    Back at the apartment, as it was gettingte and Sweety had hurt her foot, making it inconvenient to go


    out for dinner, I started looking around the house. Discovering her fridge was almost empty, I assumed


    she had not cooked at home for a few days.


    Reluctantly, I told her to wait at home while I went to the nearby store to buy some groceries.


    She nodded, preupied with her phone, not even lifting her head as I observed her. Seeing her like


    this, I shook my head helplessly and walked out the door.


    Sweety’s apartment was in the city center, surrounded by the hustle and bustle. In Lake City, night fell


    late. Though it was almost five or six o’clock, there was still a bit of twilight. I headed straight to the


    store, grabbed a cart, and went to the vegetable section.


    Shopping for the necessary items, I picked out vegetables and seasonings for dinner. Then, I moved to


    the fruit section, nning to buy some fruits to make juice.


    As I was selecting oranges, a voice suddenly came from beside me. “Ms. Scott.‘


    I turned to look and saw Inch standing nearby with an apple in his hand, apanied by a woman


    who looked haggard and slightly frail, appearing to be in herte forties or early fifties. Her features


    bore a striking resemnce to Inch’s.