Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 133

Chapter 133 I Have the Right to Know

Before I could look at Idris, I saw that the deck was suddenly filled with about a dozen police officers holding guns, almost all aiming at Lucas,

Lucas' two men who were initially holding Idris and Inch were already being held at gunpoint by the police

The situation changed so quickly that I did not even have time to process what was happening.

Idris protected me behind him, his dark eyes scrutinizing Lucas, while his voice was deep and fierce as he said, "Lucas Dean, you've lost this round."

Lucas' face was now devoid of any smile and looked ominously dark. After a while, he almost gritted his teeth and said to Idris, "Idris, I underestimated you. It seems that the yachts I blew up were empty as you had already evacuated the people on them."

Idris did not speak, which was as good as an admission.

Looking at Lucas, Idris said, "To catch you, sacrificing a few yachts and some dummies is worth it.'

"Hmph!" Lucas snorted coldly and stopped talking, only asking, "What about my other men?"

With a frown, Idris calmly replied, "Don't worry, they're all still alive."

After a brief exchange, Officer Jackson arrived. Seeing Lucas handcuffed, he relaxed a bit and ordered his subordinates to take him away.

Looking at me, he asked, "Ms. Scott, are you alright?"

I shook my head. Idris had already removed the bomb from my waist, so I was safe for now. However, the rapid turn of events left me somewhat confused. I had not even realized how Lucas suddenly got surrounded.

Seeing that I was fine, Officer Jackson looked at Idris and said, "Mr. Young, thank you for today"

Idris shook his head, his gaze was calm. "Our goal was the same. No need to thank me.'

Officer Jackson nodded, ordering Inch to be transferred to the police yacht, and then instructed me and Idris to return to the mainland quickly.

The yachts that were blown up were obviously unusable, but the police seemed to have prepared in

advance.

On the yacht, I was full of questions

Looking at Idris, I asked, "How did those police officers suddenly appear on Lucas's yacht?"

Idris, standing tall on the deck, looked out at the endless sea, seemingly lost in the vast darkness. After a long time, he finally spoke, uttering just one word, "Submarines."

I frowned. So, the police had been lurking under Lucas's yacht the whole time? They were waiting for

the right moment to quietly climb up and take control of Lucas' men.

By the time Lucas realized his men were in trouble, it was too late.

No wonder Idris did not look tense when the yachts exploded. It was just a decoy for Lucas

Realizing this, I instinctively touched my waist and looked at him. "The bomb Lucas tied to my waist was safe as long as I didn't move away from him by more than two meters. Why didn't you wait until Lucas was captured before contacting a bomb disposal expert to remove it? What if it had exploded suddenly when you were handling it we..."

"Yvette Scott!" He interrupted me before I could finish, turning to look at me, his dark eyes deep and

restrained

I was startled as I looked at him, puzzled. "What... what's wrong?" His gaze was a bit off, making me

somewhat nervous.

Under the deep night, he walked toward me, and stopped a meter away, his voice somewhat gloomy when he asked, "What exactly happened five years ago, leaving you with that scar on your abdomen?" I felt a sudden tightness in my breath. The question that had to be asked was finally raised.

Looking at him, I pursed my I*ps, unsure where to start. The events of five years ago were too complicated Talding a deep breath, I said, "It was left by Lucas."

He clenched his fists by his sides, his dark eyes sinking deeply as he looked at me. "And the child?"

I was taken aback. The child?

My heart churned for a moment. So, he had always thought the scar on my abdomen was from a cesarean section? Upon this realization, I could not help but put on a bitter smile. That was what he cared about. After all, he was Idris Young from the prestigious Young family, so untouchable and revered. How could he accept that his wife, who had been with him for two years, had borne a child for another man before? With his pride, how could he tolerate it?

Taking a breath, I rubbed my somewhat cold cheeks and said, "Idris, do you not find it meaningless to ask these questions now?"

Was it not ridiculous for two people who were about to part ways to dwell on the past?

He frowned, his eyebrows now tightly knit. "Yvette, until I sign the divorce agreement, you are still my wife. I have the right to know about your past."

I laughed. "So, just because you want to know, I have to tell you?"

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