Facade of Love

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Past Matters

Idris did not respond as his slightly calloused fingertips grazed the grotesque scar on my abdomen. After a long while, he looked up at me, his dark eyes cold and indifferent. “You’ve never talked to me about your past, have you?”

I pursed my l*ps, avoiding his gaze, and said softly, “That’s all in the past. There’s nothing to talk

about.”

He narrowed his eyes and then pulled his hand away, reverting to his usual dignified demeanor. He elegantly got up, put on his robe, and stood beside the bed looking down at me to say, “You should get

some rest.”

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that he had lost interest and was planning to sleep in the

study.

“Alright.” I usually did not like to probe too much. Things were fine as long as we were both happy.

Seeing him about to leave, I pulled the quilt over myself, ready to sleep. However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked back at me, saying my name in a low voice, “Yvette.”

“Hmm?” I looked at him, waiting for what he would say next.

“Moore is different from you. Don’t give her a hard time in the future.” He spoke little, but his words carried weight.

My b*dy stiffened under the quilt, and my heart skipped a beat.

Was this because I humiliated Moore today?

Pushing aside my discomfort, I simply said, “Fine.”

Bang!

The bedroom door slammed shut, and I was left alone in the large room, staring blankly at the dark

ceiling.

He had already started protecting her.

Oh well. Sleep was more important now.

On the weekend.

When I received the call from the Scott Residence, I was still working overtime at the company.

Listening to the news coming from the tense voice on the other end of the phone line, I rushed straight to the hospital.

Inside the ward, Kane Scott’s face was pale. He looked so much older than the last time I saw him, his eyes more sunken. Moore was attentively serving him by his side.

Upon seeing me enter, Kane’s face darkened. He looked at me coldly and sternly asked, “You have the

nerve to come see me?”

I glanced at Moore, who was standing beside him, and then at my mother, who was not far away. The former was gloating, while the latter looked worried.

Unaware of what had happened, I looked at Kane and asked, “Dad, what did I do wrong?”

Bang!

For some reason, he threw the fruit basket that was beside him at me, glaring angrily. “You don’t know what you’ve done? Yvette Scott, how could I have raised such a shameless child?”

“Kane, if Yvette did something wrong, you can scold her, but why are you trying to hurt her?” My mother stepped in front of me, seeing that Kane had lost his temper. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I pulled my mother aside, long accustomed to Kane’s erratic behavior, and said indifferently, “I really don’t know what I’ve done wrong, so why don’t you enlighten me, Mr. Scott? What did I do to become

shameless?”

Perhaps my attitude set him off more, as he was breathing heavily now. “Did you call the police to frame your sister and Idris?”

Was this all because of that?

“Heh!” I could not help but scoff and look at him. “Mr. Scott, next time you plan on scolding me, find a better reason. That one made you sound stupid.”

I glanced at him and continued, “Since you’re not dead, I’ll take my leave. I wouldn’t want to ruin this beautiful family portrait.”

Avoiding his next explosion, I left the ward.

My mother quickly followed, grabbing my arm and looking worried. “Yvette, your father didn’t mean it. He just doesn’t want our family’s dirty laundry to be aired out for everyone to see. The Youngs found out about your sister and Idris and called to say that it’s inappropriate for families like ours to get the police involved in our business. It looks bad.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So what does this have to do with me? Is this just because I called the police?”

My mother looked helpless. “Of course not. I’m not blaming you for that. Your father values his reputation, so he’s angry at you and he also scolded your sister. Can’t you learn a thing or two from Moore’s obedient behavior and placate your father?”

“If he likes flattery, let Moore flatter him. I have better things to do,” I said, walking down the hallway, prepared to leave.

My mother held on to me and sighed as she looked at me. “Child, how are you leaving so quickly just after seeing him? Aren’t you going to ask why your father is hospitalized? After all, he is your biological father.”

I had been so angry that I had forgotten to ask. I looked at my mother and asked, “What happened to him?”

“He’s been diagnosed with late–stage liver cancer,” my mother said, tears immediately falling.

I was stunned. “How could it… suddenly…”

My mother choked up. “He’s been working tirelessly for the Scott Corporation all these years, and he never took care of himself, always smoking and drinking. The doctor says he has only three months left. It’s basically a death sentence. Yvette, about what happened years ago… just apologize to him and spend some time with him. After all these years, the two of you…”

“Mom, I did nothing wrong back then,” I said, standing up. I felt a bit restless.

Knowing that my mother would continue with the same old pleading, I went straight to the elevator, closing the door before she could catch up.

In the hospital lobby, I took a deep breath, struggling to control my emotions.

“Yvette, you really are a cold–hearted monster.” A mocking voice came from behind me. Moore had followed me out.

Ignoring her, I continued walking.

However, she suddenly raised her voice. “Running away with someone at eighteen, being sold at the border, and becoming a prostitute? Idris doesn’t know about that part of your past, does he, Yvette?”