Chapter 166 The Questioning
Mistook me for her?
I frowned, my eyes shifting to Idris. What had he uncovered about that incident from five
years ago?
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Moore’s voice was thick with unshed tears as she continued, “You promised to protect me
for a lifetime. You said I could do anything and you’d be there. You told me your life was
mine to command, that you’d always keep me safe. Idris, you never explained why you
found me at the bottom of that cliff, why you decided to be kind to me. I just did what you
wanted–I never lied to you.”
Idris stood there, his gaze steady and his face a mask of tranquility, revealing nothing.
Moore was a mess, tears streaming down her face as hurt and bitterness tangled within
her.
For a long moment, Idris simply watched her, his expression unchanging, before his calm
voice broke the silence. “What do you want?”
That question froze Moore in place. Disbelief flickered across her pretty face, quickly
replaced by a bitter laugh at herself. She started laughing, a laugh that was more like a
sob, as tears kept spilling
over.
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Seeing her like this, I knew she had to be head over heels for Idris. Only real love could
make someone
crumble over a few words that cut so deep.
He was practically throwing his contempt for her right in her face. Deep down, he must
have written her off as just another gold digger. Being looked down on by the one you love
is like having your pride
smashed to bits under their heel.
Idris was a pro at inflicting pain. With a single sentence, he made her feel like she was
nothing.
After her tears and laughter subsided, a heavy silence fell. Finally, Moore looked down, her
voice raspy but eerily steady. “Just go. I don’t want anything from you.”
Idris‘ l*ps tightened, his eyes still calm, as if he had run out of words. With that, he walked
out of the
hospital room.
I watched from the doorway, taking in the whole breakup drama, unmoved by Moore’s
pitiful state. I
had never been one for pity. In this world, what goes around comes around. For Moore,
this was just
the beginning of her payback.
“You coming?” The deep voice snapped me back to reality. My wrist was caught in a firm
grip, and
before I knew it, I was being pulled out of the room.
I followed the guy leading the way – he was like a walking skyscraper – and after a few
steps, I managed to wriggle my hand free from his. He did not seem to care and just kept
walking with me to
the elevator.
At the emergency room doors, Liam and his wife were already there, looking anxious. Liam
caught sight of us and after a brief pause, he asked, “Yvette, what in the world happened?
Mr. Zachary
mentioned grandma got an allergy shot from some stranger. Did you catch a glimpse of
the guy?”
I shook my head and blurted out, “How’s grandma?” He let out a heavy sigh. “Still in
there, fighting.”
Idris, with his deep, dark eyes, looked at me, puzzled. “What’s going on?”
I quickly spilled the beans about what I had seen, turning to the group and saying, “The
dude had a mask and a hat on. Everything was a mess, and I could not really see his face.
Did the hospital cameras catch anything?”
Liam pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired. “I’m on it. Someone’s checking.”
Emily chimed in, “The Youngs don’t have beef with anyone. And grandma’s so old – who’d
want to hurt her?” Idris just stood there, his face turning stormy, but he kept quiet.
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Mr. Zachary seemed like he wanted to say something but ended up not speaking.
Watching their reactions, it hit me that I had seen the eyes of the guy who gave Grandma
the shot. They were familiar, but I just could not place him.
Then, out of nowhere, a cell phone started to ring in the silent hallway. It was Mr.
Zachary’s.
He gave us an awkward smile and scooted off to the stairwell to take the call. I seized the
moment, mumbling something about needing the restroom, and tailed him.
At the top of the stairs, Mr. Zachary had just finished a mysterious phone call with a
simple, “Okay, I know.” When he saw me waiting outside, he looked a bit startled, then
forced a smile and asked, Hey, did you need something?”
“It’s Noah who’s after Grandma, isn’t it?” I cut straight to the chase.
Mr. Zachary hesitated, his face flickering with something unreadable, and he stayed silent.
I pressed on, “That was Charles on the phone with you, wasn’t it?”
He glanced up at me, his eyebrows knitting together. “You don’t need to worry about this.
The other people will take care of it.”
“What’s the deal between the Youngs and Noah? Are Idris and Liam in the loop? What
does Noah want with Grandma? What’s he really after? Mr. Zachary, Grandma nearly had
a close call today. If you don’t trust me enough to talk, then at least fill in Liam and Idris. If
we keep secrets, we’re just giving the enemy the upper hand, and it’s going to bite us in
the back eventually.”