Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 186

Chapter 186 Should Just End Like This

I tapped Sweety's forehead and said, "No reason. Just go to sleep. You took some anti-inflammatory medicine just now, so you'll fall asleep soon if you stop talking."

Seeing that I was not going to say more, she uttered an 'oh,' closed her eyes, and soon, her shallow breathing indicated she had fallen asleep. I turned off the light and lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts still drifting. Moore's suicide seemed like the only way she could think of to

escape.

She probably never anticipated when she murdered Noah and her unborn child that someone like Inch would appear by my side and smoothly get me out of the mess she created. Now, having woken up, her only choice seemed to be suicide.

Only by attempting suicide could she manage to stay by Idris' side, relying on his soft-heartedness not to force her to her death and believing that he would not abandon her considering she had just lost her husband and child.

The night was heavy, and I felt no trace of sleepiness. In the silence of the night, emotions often intensified, making thoughts and memories clearer. Feelings and grudges would crystallize at this time.

With my mind too active, I only managed to doze off in the early hours of the morning, but I was soon woken by sobbing and shivering next to me.

I opened my eyes hazily to find Sweety clutching my arm tightly, her breathing rapid and her voice filled with sobs, seemingly engulfed in fear and pain. "Sweety," I called her name, but she did not respond.

After several calls, I turned on the bedside lamp in a panic and saw Sweety lying next to me, drenched in sweat. Her delicate features were twisted in terror, and her limbs trembling uncontrollably. Clearly, she was having a nightmare.

Seeing this, I quickly shook her, trying to wake her up. After several attempts, she suddenly sat up, screamed, and then started crying hysterically, hugging her legs.

I patted her back and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, "Yvette, I can't escape it. The sound of that beast always roars in my ears when it's quiet at night. I can't get away from it."

Her words, referring to the trauma from the incident on the Island in the Lake, weighed heavily on my heart, causing a sharp pain.

Indeed, she seemed to have regained her usual lively and cheerful demeanor during the day, but only she knew the wounds she had suffered would repeatedly erode her heart in the stillness of the night, bringing her unbearable pain.

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This feeling... I understood it better than anyone.

I reached out and held her in my arms, knowing that words of comfort were futile, and I could only silently accompany her.

She calmed down and leaned on my shoulder, her whole b*dy exhausted as she said, "Yvette, did you know that I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time?"

I nodded silently, but my heart ached for her.

Noah was dead, but this matter should not just end like this.

The next day.

Lake City entered the depths of winter with the weather growing increasingly colder. Sweety took a day off and stayed in bed. After cooking for her and leaving a note, I headed straight to the hospital. In the hospital.

I arrived early. In the ward, only Mr. Zachary was accompanying Madam Young for breakfast. Seeing me, Madam Young waved and smiled. "Why so early? Have you had breakfast?"

I nodded and looked around. Not seeing any familiar faces, I turned to Madam Young with a smile. " Grandma, didn't Idris stay here last night?"

Madam Young shook her head. "He said he had something to do and didn't come. Why? Didn't he come home last night?" Madam Young was unaware of my divorce from Idris and assumed we still lived together at Clearwater Residence.

I could not hide my surprise and forced a smile without saying anything.

Seeing my expression, Madam Young, sharp as ever, frowned and turned to Mr. Zachary with a stern face. "Call Idris and ask where he is. Tell him to come to the hospital."

Mr. Zachary hesitated for a moment before reluctantly calling him.

After Idris answered, Mr. Zachary relayed Madam Young's message.

Madam Young, looking at me, reassured, "Yvette, don't overthink it. Idris is a workaholic. He

probably worked late last night, so he didn't come home. When he gets here, I'll talk to him for you." Chapter 187 Call Him Over

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