Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Perhaps It's Time to Fight for Myself

It took me a while to recover from the shock of discovering I was pregnant. I looked at him and said, "Tonight seems to be Madam Young's birthday banquet.”

He frowned. "Madam Young? Who?"

My phone rang at that moment. Without responding to Maxwell, I answered the call. It was Idris.

His deep and restrained voice came through the phone. "Where are you?"

"At the hospital," I said, unconsciously clutching the ultrasound report.

There was a slight pause on the other end before he continued, "Grandma's birthday banquet is tonight. I'll come pick you up.”

I pursed my l*ps, silent for a moment before responding, "Okay."

After hanging up, I looked at the ultrasound report in my hand, still somewhat dazed. Why did this child come at this time?

"What did the check-up reveal? You look so scared," Maxwell said, taking the ultrasound report from my hand. After a quick glance, finding nothing unusual, he frowned at me. "Yvette, six weeks?"

Noticing the timeline inconsistency, he frowned, his handsome eyes fixated on

me

"How come it says six weeks? Weren't you almost three months pregnant? How

"It was fake before!" I said, gathering my emotions. Taking the ultrasound report back from him, I put it in my bag and briefly explained the fake pregnancy situation to him.

After listening, he looked incredulous, his mouth twitching. "Madam Young really knows how to play, huh? She could come up with such a thing. But now that you're really pregnant, what are you planning to do?"

I shook my head and left the hospital. I was at a loss for what to do next.

I had been hesitant about divorcing Idris, and now, with a real child suddenly appearing, it made me even more uncertain about the divorce.

I had always been decisive, but now, on this matter, I was wavering

1 needed to reconsider divorcing Idris. He had been a good

good father during the two year

unquestionable. Without Moore's appearance, our relationship might have. slowly evolved into a harmonious marriage.

Our life might have been nice with a child.

As for his feelings toward me, perhaps some affection could grow over time.

I was used to running away, but we had not reached a point where divorce was the only option. The truth about the past could be clarified. I could explain things to Madam Young, and maybe it was time to tell Idris about Moore's situation. back then.

Thinking this way, I felt much better. Nothing had reached an irreversible stage. Everything could be explained and I could hope for a better ending.

Having made up my mind, I turned to Maxwell. "Idris is coming to pick me up to go to the Youngs' Old Manor. Maybe you should go first?"

He grimaced, looking at me disdainfully. "What? Afraid that Idris will get jealous seeing me with you?"

I shook my head. "No, I just think it's a waste of your time to stay here. Better go back early."

He snorted and left to drive away without another word.

It was not long before Idris arrived.

I waited for him at the hospital entrance. After getting in the car, he drove straight to the Youngs Old Manor.

We did not speak much along the way.

Half an hour later.

At the Youngs Old Manor, Mr. Zachary was greeting guests at the front gate.. Many had arrived. Seeing me and Idris, Mr. Zachary smiled and came forward. " Mr. Young, Mrs. Young, Madam Young is waiting in the inner courtyard. Please go in."

Idris nodded and pulled me into the mansion.

However, he did not take me to the inner courtyard but to a side courtyard.

Seeing this, I followed him, somewhat puzzled. "Aren't we going to see Grandma first?"

He did not answer, When we reached the side courtyard, Charles was waiting purside. Seeing us, he quickly said to Idris, "Mr. Young, everything is ready

nodded and led me into the inner hall.

Seeing over a dozen dresses hanging in the hall, I realized I was dressed too casually for Madam Young's birthday banquet. Although it was not a grand affair, the Youngs were still a prominent family. Attending in such casual attire was inappropriate.

Realizing this, I quickly looked over the dresses and chose a slim-fitting, green dress. Since it was almost winter, I wore a mink shawl over it, which was

particularly warm.

After changing and touching up my makeup, I pinned up my long hair and went downstairs.

There, I saw a young girl in the hall.

As I came downstairs, the girl tilted her head and smiled at Charles with crescent like eyes. "See, I told you Yvette would like the dress I designed. She has a great figure and presence. Wearing this dress, she looks even more dignified and elegant than ever, a true beauty of the nation!"

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