Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 371 She’s Not an Exception

How could Idris still be in the mood to talk to me about these things? I shot him an impatient glare, but he seemed unruffled. He calmly said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'll handle it." I pursed my lips but still felt worried.

When we arrived at the hotel, Madam Young and Emily were waiting downstairs. As soon as they saw us get out of the car, Madam Young came forward and looked at us, asking with concern, "Is everything okay? Yvette, what did the doctor say about your injury?"

I shook my head slightly and smiled. "It's nothing, just minor injuries. I'll be fine after some rest."

She nodded slightly.

We could not linger at the hotel entrance for too long. As I was returning to my room, Idris was called away by Madam Young. Everything that happened today was just too sudden.

Emily helped me into the room and said, "Just now, Grandma said that as everyone was scared witless today, we won't be going out for dinner. The hotel staff will deliver food to our rooms later. Rest well, and just let me know if you need anything."

I nodded and smiled, "Okay, thanks, Emily."

She shook her head, feeling guilty. "I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for you pushing us onto the car and facing those people on your own, it might have been Madam Young and I who got hurt."

I shook my head slightly and said, "You're being too polite. Protecting you and Grandma is the right thing to do, especially since you're pregnant and she's elderly. Besides, I didn't really get hurt that badly. Don't dwell on this or blame yourself."

She bit her lip and walked over to me, still thanking me earnestly.

I knew that no matter what I said, she might not be able to accept it. I looked at her belly and said, "You should go rest. You've been through a lot today, and I'm sure you're tired."

She replied with a light hum and said a few more things. However, when she reached the door, she stopped and looked at me, seeming hesitant.

Seeing her like this, I could not help but ask, "What's wrong, Emily?"

She hesitated for a while then finally said, "Yvette, is that friend of yours in Tully City for travel or work?"

Friend?

My mind went blank for a few seconds, not understanding what she was talking about.

I soon realized who she was referring to-Sweety.

I was stunned for a while. I looked at her and hesitantly said, "Emily, I..."

"I saw everything last night," she said straightforwardly. Her gaze seemed calm.

I did not know what to say for a moment, and I quickly realized that she had not wanted to tag along to the market as she wanted to see who Liam was meeting. She knew Sweety, after all.

After taking a deep breath, I looked at her and said calmly, "Emily, whether you believe it or not, I had no idea about Sweety coming to Tully City. As for what happened between her and Liam, I admit that I had some suspicions before, but I had no idea how far their relationship had progressed."

Emily's expression was calm. She lowered her gaze and touched her belly, then looked at me and smiled faintly, saying, "I'm not blaming you or anything. Don't be nervous. The reason I asked you is because want you tell your friend something from me. Liam has told me everything, and he had no improper intentions toward her. Please tell your friend not to bother Liam anymore. He saved her back then because it was an emergency. He would've still helped if it were any other friend. She's not an exception."

I nodded, feeling relieved in my heart. As long as there was nothing improper going on between Liam and Sweety, it was fine by me.

After Emily was done speaking, she smiled gently and left.

I sat on the bed for a while. The sky in Tully City was getting dark, and the sun had not yet set. Layers of orange clouds hung in the sky, making it feel somewhat unreal.

I knew that I had to talk to Sweety. After our argument last time, so much had happened to me, and I had not had the time to have a proper chat with her. Now that she was also in Tully City, it might be necessary to arrange a time to meet.

I called her, and she answered rather quickly. I could not discern her emotions over the phone, but there was a hint of unfamiliarity in her tone. "What's up?"

Knowing that it was because of my words last night, I bit my lip and said, "Have you had dinner? How about meeting up later?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before she replied, "Sure."

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