SWNOVELS Chapter 49
Chapter 49 He was gravely injured trying to save Moore
My voice was quiet, but the cemetery was small and the memorial hushed. Almost everyone heard my words, and their eyes turned to Moore and Idris, whispers filling the air.
Idris's face darkened, his brows furrowed as he looked at me, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Yvette, what are you blabbering about?" Moore's voice broke as she addressed me, her eyes brimming with tears. "Dad just passed away. Why are you accusing us of being responsible? Haven't you upset Fa being dug up and made public that landed Father in the emergency room."
Her words rang out loud and clear, her tear-streaked face a picture of sorrow and innocence.
The scandal from five years ago... Even though I had a PR team handle it swiftly, it was eventually thrust into the public eye. These people, who were close to my father, could not have missed it.
If this had not been brought up, things would have been fine. Once it was, though, everyone seemed to agree with the internet's portrayal of me; a willful, arrogant woman with no sense of shame who ran off with someone.
I could not bear the icy, critical stares that felt like daggers piercing me. It felt like I was being thrown into a frying pan. I wanted to defend myself, but I was shaking so much I could not utter a word. Witnessing my predicament, my mother, in a fit of rage, snatched up the flowers and hurled them at Moore. She screamed at him, "You ungrateful wretch! I didn't raise you for over twenty years just so you could torment my daughter. You're nothing but an ungrateful wench. You caused my husband's death, and now you're tormenting my daughter. I won't let you get away with this!"
With that, she picked up a brick from the ground and swung it at Moore, her actions wild and uncontrollable.
I was too stunned to react. By the time I did, all I heard was a piercing scream. Then I saw a gaping wound in Idris's head, blood streaming down Moore was clutching Idris's bleeding head, his cries echoing w The one who was hurt was not Moore, but Idris. He sure knew how to play the knight in shining armor.
My mother was frozen in fear, the brick slipping from her hand and clattering to the ground.
"Quick, get him to the hospital!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and then Idris was helped away by a few people.
Moore also left
I watched their retreating figures, feeling dazed. I walked over to my mother, steadied her, and called out in a hoarse voice," Mom!"
My mother turned to look at me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice trembling. "Yvette, he won't... He won't die, will he?"
I shook my head, gently holding her as I said, "No, don't worry. He won't die." Even if he did, I would give my life to help my mother out.
Hearing my words, my mother finally broke down in tears.
Uncle Marcus, witnessing this scene, stood by, at a loss for words. After a long silence, he said helplessly, "What a day, and it turns out to be like this..."
My father had been laid to rest, and the mourners had all left after the spectacle. The silence around us was deafening.
Yes, what a day indeed, letting my father witness all this from beyond. The pain in my heart was unbearable.
I had promised him that I would take good care of my mother.
Once my father's funeral was taken care of, I had Uncle Marcus escort my mother back to the Scotts.
Then, I headed straight to the hospital. Outside the operating room, Moore was hunched over, her hands smeared with blood. Her sobs were so intense that his voice was breaking
Mr. Zachary was there too, pacing back and forth in distress, clueless about what had transpired. Upon seeing me, he rushed
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Chapter 49 He was gravely injured trying to save Moore
over. "Mrs. Young, what on earth happened? How did Mr. Young end up so severely injured?"
"It's her. She's the killer, Mr. Zachary. It's Yvette. She's trying to murder Idris."
Before I could utter a word, Moore sprang up from the ground, pointing at me accusingly, his face twisted with hatred.
Mr. Zachary looked at me, his gaze filled with confusion. I knew he was here to gather information to report back to Madam Young. After a pause, I confessed, "I was the one who hurt Idris."
Mr. Zachary was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowed. "What... What's going on? How did this..."
Before he could finish, the operating room door swung open.
The doctor addressed us. "The patient is stable, he's conscious, and the wound has been stitched. Just ensure it doesn't get wet. The family should complete the hospital admission procedures. After a two- day observation, if all goes well, he can be discharged."
"No need." Idris's deep voice echoed from the operating room. His head had been cleaned and bandaged. He addressed the doctor. "I don't need to be hospitalized."