Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Let Go Long Ago

I did not know what they had discussed earlier, but Moore's questioning suggested that Idris had said something ruthless to her, prompting her indignant inquiry.

I had assumed Idris would disdain to answer such questions in front of so many people. However, after his near-heartless gaze swept towards Moore, his voice deep and cold, he said, "Do you think, I would have spared you a second glance if I hadn't mistaken you for someone else?"

His words stunned everyone present. Idris was known for his restraint. The Youngs' upbringing had taught him never to reveal his emotions easily, let alone speak harshly to

anyone.

Even more so in front of so many onlookers.

Moore, too, probably did not expect him to speak such unfeeling words. She was momentarily frozen, staring at him, her eyes red and filled with hurt.

Idris' expression remained unchanged, even indifferent. He told her, "Over these five years, I have done my duty to you. Don't appear before me again. I owe you nothing, and you know it. There's nothing I despise more than someone clinging to me."

After saying this, he gave Ensio a look. Ensio understood and forcefully took Moore away.

Moore seemed still dazed as she was led away, evidently unable to come to terms with Idris's coldness or accept it.

I pursed my l*ps, calmly observing everything, and found myself reassessing Idris.

I suddenly realized that I might not truly understand him. Even though we had been through life and death together and I had been his wife for two years, I might still not really know the true him.

"What happened?" Liam came out and asked upon seeing Moore being taken away.

Emily glanced at me and Idris but remained silent, pulling Liam back into the ward.

Suddenly, it was just Idris and me in the corridor.

I felt no particular emotion toward Moore's plight. She had brought it upon herself, so I turned to leave.

"Let's talk," Idris's voice came, low and steady.

I pursed my l*ps, slightly frowning. "It seems there's nothing left to talk about between the two of us, Mr. Young."

"Then, may I invite you to a meal?" he asked, his voice a bit deeper, "As a thank you for visiting Grandma."

I furrowed my brows. "No..."

"Yvette, must I beg you in the most humble way to have this meal?" he suddenly interrupted me. His tall, elegant figure stood before me, looking down at me.

His words left me momentarily speechless, unable to articulate a response. It took a while

Chapter 180 Let Go Long Ago

before I looked up at him and said, "What would you like to eat, Mr. Young? My treat."

He didn't answer but simply said, "Come with me."

At the garden restaurant in the city center.

A meal at this restaurant cost four figures. It was luxurious and elegant. Sitting on the leather sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, I glanced at the scenery outside. In the depth of winter, the flower trees in the garden below were blooming brilliantly, a pleasing sight.

Idris greeted the waiter, and this time he did not ask what I wanted. Instead, he took the initiative to order.

After the waiter left, I shifted my gaze from the trees back to him. "What does Mr. Young want to talk about?"

He looked at me, his handsome and noble features impeccable, especially his eyes. They were like tranquil pools of water, captivating anyone who gazed into them for too long.

"I have never touched her, nor have I ever been emotionally involved with her," his deep, magnetic voice sounded undisturbed. I paused in my actions, not saying anything, just listening as he continued, "These years, my protection and willingness to fulfill her every request were due to the debt of gratitude I owed from the past."

I pursed my l*ps, silently pouring him a glass of water indifferently. "You don't have to explain this to me. We've long passed the point where such explanations are necessary between us."

I meant every word sincerely, without a trace of resentment. Concerned he might doubt my sincerity, I looked up at him seriously. "When I lost the baby, I actually harbored thoughts of killing you and Moore. I even thought I would haunt you both for the rest of my life, making you pay for my child. But at some point, I just suddenly let go. Perhaps it was when I nearly died at sea in Macamer."

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