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Facade of Love

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Chapter 82 The Possibility of Having a Child

I was startled, shaking my head. “No, it’s not…”

“Don’t try to fool me,” Sweety cut me off. “We’ve been friends for years, do you think I

can’t read you? It’s clear you have feelings for Mr. Young, and it’s only natural you’re

hesitant about the divorce. But as your friend, I need to warn you. He’s still emotionally

tied to Moore. If you stick around, you’re bound to get hurt. We’re not even sure if the

child Moore’s carrying is his, but they’ve had a past…”

“He’s never been intimate with Moore,” I interjected, looking at Sweety as I relayed

everything Idris had told me.

After hearing this, Sweety looked shocked, her eyes wide. “So, you’re saying Mr. Young has

never been with Moore? And he knows the child she’s carrying isn’t his?”

I nodded in confirmation.

She looked at me with her eyes wide. “No wonder Noah was so certain that day in the

small building that the child Moore’s carrying is his. So that’s the story.”

After a pause, she looked puzzled. “Then Moore’s brazen persistence in staying with the

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Youngs is even more suspicious. She’s exploiting Mr. Young’s kindness towards her, and

she’s definitely up to no good.”

I was well aware of Moore and Noah’s ill intentions. Looking at Sweety, I said, “Idris has

already arranged for Moore to be sent abroad. Once Moore is out of the picture and no

longer in the old house, their plans will fall apart.”

“Absolutely!” Sweety nodded, her spirits lifting considerably as she turned to me. “That’s

fantastic. Once Alex is caught, your situation is sorted out, and the Youngs are silenced,

you and Mr. Young won’t need to divorce. You can live a peaceful life.”

I pressed my l*ps together, a sigh escaping me despite my efforts to hold it back. I still felt

a pang of sadness.

Seeing my sigh, she grew frustrated. “What’s with that reaction? Everything is heading in

a positive direction. Why are you sighing?”

I felt a sense of despair, looking at her as I said, “Sweety, have you forgotten about the

imaginary child I’m supposed to have in my belly? What am I supposed to do about that?”

She looked startled, the memory of that issue returning.

She turned to me. “Right, what about this child? What if Mr. Young finds out you’ve lied to

him? What will he do?”

I shook my head. I did not know what Idris would do if he found out I had lied to him. I

could guess that, given his current anticipation for this child, if he discovered I had been

deceiving him all along, he might very well strangle me!

As long as the issue with Madam Young from five years ago was resolved, it should not be

too hard to handle. The most pressing issue now was the imaginary child I was supposed

to be carrying. What was I supposed to do about that?

The more I thought about it, the more my head throbbed.

“I’ve got it!” Sweety suddenly exclaimed, looking at me. “Isn’t it just about having a child?

Yvette, you can have one now. As long as you get pregnant, whether it’s sooner or later

doesn’t matter. It’s just a matter of delaying a few months, right? Once you’re pregnant,

you can explain everything to Mr. Young. By then, you’ll be carrying his child. He’ll

understand you had your reasons, and he won’t be too upset with you, right

I was momentarily at a loss for words, not responding to Sweety’s suggestion. Although

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this plan still deceived Idris, at least there would be a child. Once everything was

explained, given Idris’s nature, it might just work!

Sweety’s advice made sense. After our chat, I decided against going to Scott Corporation

and instead headed to Young Corporation.

It was a sweltering summer day. As I stepped out of the car and into the lobby, I spotted

Moore. She was holding a food box, dressed casually, looking like she was here to deliver a

meal. Even though Idris and I had been married for two years, I rarely visited Young

Corporation.

My work was not done here, and our marriage did not require me to be here daily. Moore

and the receptionist seemed to be good friends. They were chatting and laughing,

especially the receptionist, who was clearly fawning over Moore.

Seeing this, I hesitated. I had come to find Idris, hoping to have dinner together after his

work, and then return to Clearwater Residence. I had been thinking about our child, but I

was not the romantic type. The best I could come up with was to have dinner together,

maybe take a walk, and then head home. As I hesitated, a deep voice came from behind

me. “Yvette.” Startled, I turned around to see Madam Young, with Mr. Zachary by her side.

Seeing her, I quickly greeted, “Grandma.”