Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 177

ter 177 Hitching a Ride

Since Officer Jackson had already contacted me earlier, asking me to visit the police station to make a statement once I was rested, I bid farewell to my mother and Maxwell and headed straight to the station after breakfast.

In the interview room at the police station, Officer Jackson handed me a cup of water and asked me to recount what had happened in the abandoned factory. I narrated how Noah had kidnapped me, how I woke up in the factory, how Moore drugged me, and then my subsequent unconsciousness. I ended the account by describing how I woke up at Inch's friend's house.

After hearing my story, Officer Jackson frowned slightly and asked, "Do you have the contact information of the friend who took you away? We might need to cross-check his statement with yours. Currently, we can't find Noah, and Ms. Moore is still in the hospital, so we can only question you to see if we can locate and arrest Noah."

I nodded and gave Officer Jackson Inch's phone number without any change in expression. I did not mention Noah's death and pretended to know nothing about it. Even if Moore woke up and said anything, as Inch had pointed out, without a b*dy, her words would have no proof.

Furthermore, if Moore insisted that I killed Noah, how could she be sure that someone drugged like me could commit murder?

After our conversation, Officer Jackson did not say much else. He merely advised me to be careful when going out in case I encountered Noah again.

agreed and left the interview room. Another police officer approached us and informed Officer Jackson, "Officer Jackson, Mr. Young is here."

Officer Jackson nodded and said, "Bring me the information we've found."

The officer agreed and left.

After finishing the talk, Officer Jackson and I went to the lobby.

In the lobby, Idris' tall and slender figure was strikingly noticeable. His amazing appearance made it hard for anyone to ignore him.

When he saw Idris, Officer Jackson went up to greet him and urged, "Mr. Young, you've arrived. Let's talk in my office."

After a momentary glance at me, Idris told Officer Jackson, "No need. Just give me the information you've gathered. I don't think there's much else to discuss. We can talk here."

Seeing this, Officer Jackson smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll just have a brief chat with you, Mr. Young."

Since my business was already taken care of and I had no interest in eavesdropping on others' conversations, I softly said goodbye to Officer Jackson and left.

As they spoke, they did not seem to mind being overheard. I had not walked far, so I could still hear Officer Jackson's voice, saying, "Our people stationed at the border found some traces of your father. He indeed stayed in Hartfield a few years ago, but it seems he was later moved by someone. Logically, Lucas should have known his whereabouts, but now that he's dead, our people don't have any significant progress, so...'

After leaving the police station, I naturally did not hear the rest of the conversation.

It seemed that Idris indeed went to the border back then to look for his father. Recalling what Mr. Zachary had told me about the mine disaster, I felt a tightness in my chest. I could not help but look up at the gloomy sky and take a deep breath.

Even I, who had not personally experienced it, felt suffocated by Mr. Zachary's words. Idris' father, perhaps, could not continue to enjoy the wealth and glory of the Youngs with a clear conscience, so he chose to leave decisively.

"What's on your mind?" Suddenly, someone appeared beside me, speaking in a deep and restrained voice.

It was a very familiar voice, and sure enough, it was Idris'. I did not turn to look at him but noticed from the corner of my eye that he was holding a file bag, probably containing some information about his father that Officer Jackson had investigated.

Suppressing the inexplicable emotions in my heart, I pursed my I*ps, not saying much, and prepared to leave.

My wrist was caught by the man. I frowned slightly, slightly annoyed, and turned to face him. I met his deep, dark eyes, and he spoke softly. "Grandma woke up, and said she wants to see you."

I pursed my I*ps, holding back a refusal. Instead, I pulled my wrist away said, "Okay, I'll visit her."

from his

grasp and

"Come with me now," he said without waiting for me to say more. He glanced at my car parked in the parking lot and added, "Ensio is busy and can't come to pick me up, so I'll hitch a ride with you if you don't mind"

As he spoke, he had already walked to the passenger side, waiting for me to open the door.

When did he become familiar with such a routine? He had even learned the method to hitch a

ride.

Though I felt uncomfortable about it, I could not find the right words to express my displeasure at that moment. I took out my car keys and unlocked the door.

In the car, after starting the engine and leaving the police station, the man beside me casually asked, "Are you feeling better?"

He asked it so casually, almost like a friend. I merely nodded in response.

He nodded back and said, "That's good."

Chapter 178 Everything's in the Past

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