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Chapter 185 Moore’s Only Path Was Suicide
After speaking, Inch adjusted the bags in his hand. Obviously, carrying them for a long
time had been somewhat strenuous.
Seeing this, I did not prolong the conversation and nodded in agreement before parting
ways with him.
Back at the apartment, Sweety was still holding her phone with a silly smile on her face.
Hearing some noise, she looked up at me and said, “What did you buy? Why did it take so
long? I thought you decided to give up on me.‘
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I put the things I bought into the kitchen and returned to the living room with a glass of
water, telling her, “I ran into a friend on the way, and we chatted for a bit.”
“A friend? Do I know them?” she asked curiously, looking up at me.
“You don’t know him, but he also lives in your complex. I think in Building 65,” I casually
replied as I headed back to the kitchen to start cooking.
Sweety tilted her head, suddenly interested. “Building 65? What kind of friend is this that I
don’t
know? A rich heir?”
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I shook my head, putting the pot on to cook pasta, and casually said, “Just an ordinary
person,
someone I met not long ago.”
She hobbled to the kitchen doorway, peeling an orange, and said, “Ordinary person? I
doubt that. Building 65 is a row of townhouses, and this is the city center. Every inch of
land here is worth its weight in gold. Anyone who can afford a townhouse here is hardly an
ordinary person.”
I paused slightly while washing the vegetables. Inch was living in a townhouse? Thinking
back to his words, it seemed he had just moved there, meaning he had only recently
settled on a house.
Instinctively, I remembered the lavish villa he took me to when I was unconscious. That
villa was extravagant and luxurious, something Maxwell also said was not something
normal people could
own.
Inch had gone to Macamer to sell himself for money, and his mother’s attire and
demeanor did not seem to match that of a wealthy person. All signs indicated that Inch
was not from a wealthy family or
some heir.
That meant the house must have been financed by his friend. What kind of friend would
be so generous as to give a friend a house worth millions? Moreover, it seemed they had
not known each other for long, otherwise Inch would not have had to sell himself for
money before.
A recent acquaintance, yet willing to spend lavishly on his friends–Inch’s friend was indeed
someone to be curious about.
While chatting and cooking with Sweety, the conversation naturally branched out into
various topics since we had not caught up in a while.
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Somehow, we started talking about the Youngs, Sweety said, “The Youngs are really
strange. Mr. Liam is in his thirties, right? I heard he only had a daughter and didn’t have
any more children after that. You were married to Idris for two years and finally got
pregnant, but then you lost the baby. Didn’t Madam Young care about it? The Youngs are a
wealthy family, and typically, such families want their descendants to flourish and expand
the family lineage. Both you and the Young brothers seem so indifferent about it.”
I smiled lightly and turned to look at her, saying, “Since when did you start gossiping
about the Youngs? Besides, weren’t you the one who always despised talking about having
children? Especially regarding continuing the family line, you used to call such thoughts
corrupt. Why are you gossiping about it now?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe pouted and, with her mouth full of orange as she mumbled, “I’m just curious.”
“Well, put away your curiosity. It’s time to eat,” I said, finishing the last dish and placing it
on the plate, ready to serve.
We stopped talking and she grabbed her utensils. Since she was injured and apparently
could not drink, we quietly had our dinner.
After dinner, Sweety and I watched a show in the living room. Seeing her dozing off on the
sofa, I helped her to the bedroom, reminding her to sleep early. Since it was an apartment
with only one room, I had no choice but to share the bed with her. Having grown up
together, we were used to sleeping in the same bed.
me, “Yvette, do
you think
After getting ready for bed, she suddenly became lively again and asked me, Moore would
really commit suicide?”
She brought up the topic again. I pursed my l*ps and, looking at the tul*p lamp on the
wall, said softly, “If she wants to continue entangling herself with Idris, suicide is the only
path left for her.”
She seemed confused for a moment and asked, “Why?”
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