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Facade of Love

Chapter 182
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“Yvette, it’s me.”

Liam?

Realizing who it was, I paused for a moment, holding the phone, and then asked, “Liam,

are you with Sweety?”

The person on the other end hummed in affirmation. “Ms. Taters fell at home and scalded

herself with hot water. She sent me a message because she couldn’t reach anyone.”

“Sweety’s injured?” I asked, concerned. Without thinking about anything else, I

immediately asked, ” Is she okay? How bad is it?”

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Chapter 182 Moore Commits Suicide

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were the best. By the way, you just mentioned that your mom isn’t in Lake City. Where did

she go?”

“To Lorrell. A childhood friend of hers is getting married, so she’s gone there,” I replied,

sighing helplessly at her carefree demeanor.

We chatted idly, and before we knew it, we had reached the elevator.

Just as I was about to help her into the elevator, someone stepping out of it called my

name, “Yvette.”

I instinctively looked up to see Zoe. It had been a while since we last met, and the young

girl seemed even more beautiful than before. With her was Charles, who politely greeted

me.

After they left the elevator, I did not enter as there were others still waiting to go up.

Instead, I stepped aside to talk to Zoe. “Are you here to visit Grandma?”

“Yes!” Zoe nodded. “School’s about to break for winter vacation, and with Emily being

busy at work, Iddy asked me to come over and keep Grandma company when I have

time.”

As she spoke, she noticed Sweety’s awkwardly positioned foot and asked with concern,

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“Sweety, what happened to your

foot?”

Sweety smiled casually. “I scalded it, but it’s nothing serious.”

Zoe nodded, always chatty, and continued to talk with us while waiting for the next

elevator. Meanwhile, Charles received a phone call and stepped aside to answer it.

However, within seconds, he came back, looking at me with concern. “Mrs. Young, do you

know where Mr. Idris is?”

I paused for a moment, then answered honestly, “I separated from him in the city center

about an hour ago. I don’t know where he went. What happened?”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Charles revealed, “Ms. Scott has attempted suicide. Mr.

Candor can’t get in touch with him.”