Chapter 461 It''s all true, isn''t it? Why hide it?


    I nodded, my face a mask of calm. "You''re right. The baby''s innocent."


    Noticing I was not reacting, Alice hesitated before saying, "Ms. Scott, I dream of giving my child a


    future in a home filled with love, where his parents adore each other."


    She circled around the topic, avoiding the main point. Watching her struggle, I gave a small,


    knowing smile and cut to the chase, "Ms. Cruz, just say what you need to say."


    She looked a bit pale but met my gaze and got to the heart of it, "You and Idris are done. There’ sno


    strings attached—no money issues or kid problems. So, can I ask you to stay out of his life from


    now on? Idris deserves a fresh start, and honestly, so do you. It''s time for you to find a new chapter


    for yourself."


    She talked in circles, but all she was really asking was for me to steer clear of Idris. It must have


    been tough, tiptoeing around it like that.


    I nodded, my lips pressed together in a thin line, and reassured her, "Don''t worry, I won''t be part of


    his life anymore."


    She let out a relieved sigh at my words and thanked me.


    I watched her for a moment, then asked, "Do you love him?"


    She was taken aback, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she asked, "What?"


    I did not back down. "Do you love Idris?"


    She bit her lip, avoiding the question, and instead repeated, "I''m pregnant with his child. I have to


    marry him now."


    I pressed on, "If the baby wasn''t his, would you still choose to marry him?" I watched her frown


    deepen. "About that night on New Year''s Eve, was it really Idris who was with you?"


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    Her face turned stormy, and she fixed me with an icy stare. "Yvette, what are you getting at?"


    I never saw her icy reing, but then again, it was not a total shock. We were from different


    worlds, and ying fake nice was never my thing. It was only a matter of time before everything


    came out into the open.


    I locked eyes with her and said, "That New Year''s Eve night, there''s a lot that doesn''t add up, a lot


    of outside factors. What I''m saying is, both you and Idris got caught in the crossfire. I don''t know all


    the details, so I gotta ask, are you absolutely sure it was Idris who bumped into you?"


    She flushed with anger.


    I was not out to get a rise out of her. I pressed my lips together and said, "Look, I''m sorry, Ms. Cruz.


    I never wanted to upset you. We''re not enemies. However, you shouldn''t have done those shady


    things to mess with me. I''m bringing this up now because I want you to be able to move on and live


    your life without looking over your shoulder. And just so we''re clear, you don''t have to worry about


    me and Idris. That ship has sailed."


    Her frown deepened, her face a storm cloud. Her voice came out rough. "Spell it out for me."


    She looked like she was ready to feign ignorance, so I let out a sigh and faced her, "You wrote that


    front-page shocker about the heiress who offended someone and chopped up the body, didn''t you?"


    Her face went ghostly white, and her mouth opened, probably to deny everything.


    I did not let her get a word in, "Before Idris even came to, Madam Young was already in the loop


    about Mr. Kobe''s gruesome end at the border. You were the one who spilled the beans, right?"


    She mped her lips shut, ring at m. Her hands white-knuckled the food box, "Isn''t all of that the


    truth?"


    I gave her a small, knowing smile, "Is that so? If it''s all true, why didn''t you give Madam Young the


    full story about how Mr. Kobe really died? Did you actually see me do it? Or are you saying I was


    the one who rigged him with explosives?"


    "Yvette, even if you didn''t do it, you can''t seriously tell me you have nothing to do with Idris''s dad''s


    death, can you?" She locked eyes with me, and we were in a full-blown face-off for the first time.


    I could not argue with that.


    I nodded, meeting her gaze head-on. "Yeah, you''re right. However, if you''ve got the real scoop, why


    didn''t you spill it to Madam Young? Posting articles under a fake ID—what was your endgame?


    Hoping the Lake City crowd woulde after me? Trying to get rid of me so you could have Idris all


    to yourself?"