Facade of Love

Chapter 94 Telling Mom I’m Not Pregnant
My mother was taken aback, looking like a child. “I... I didn’t think of all that. It was just angry and didn’t want to see her again. I
didn’t realize it would...” She paused, then looked at me and asked, “So that’s what you meant when you mentioned a ‘chance‘
to Moore earlier?”
I nodded and smiled. “Moore is even more eager than us to appear pitiful in front of Idris, to ensure he won’t leave her. So, the
timing of your sending her away played right into her hands.”
A pregnant woman being kicked out in the middle of the night–how damn pitiful. How could Idris possibly stand by and watch?
He would probably arrange everything for her.
This was exactly what Moore wanted.
“Argh!” my mother sighed. “How did I not see that?”
I felt tired and irritated. Looking at my mother, I said, “What’s done is done. Let it be. Mom, it’s late. You should go back to your
room and rest.”
She nodded, still wanting to say something, but seeing how exhausted I was, she did not continue.
After watching my mother leave, I lay in bed, feeling indescribably suffocated.
How should I handle things from here?
The next day.
When I woke
up, it was already noon. I still felt uncomfortable around my stomach and was extremely sensitive to smells, which sometimes
made me want
to gag.
My mother came in and saw me sitting on the bed, lost in thought, and said, Pregnant women and their love of sleep. Get up and
freshen up. I’ll take you to the hospital later. Your belly doesn’t look like that of a three–months–pregnant woman. We should
check to make sure there are no problems.”

Seeing me motionless, she pulled me out of bed and into the bathroom. After a long time fussing around, my brain finally
regained some ability to think.
fcame downstairs, there was breakfast on the table, and my mother
ice Seeing me, she urged me to eat quickly
table, my mother pulled up a
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tell me what you think about you and Idris continuing from here.”
It seemed there was nothing left to hide at this point.
After drinking some juice, I told my mother about Idris and Moore’s situation five years ago, and his current intentions of taking
care of her.
My mother frowned deeply. She looked at me, and said, “If he wants to repay a debt, that’s his business. Yvette, as a woman, I
know the pain of a man’s heart not being with you. Tell me, what are your plans? Are you thinking of divorcing Idris?”
I did not expect my mother to be so direct. I was momentarily stunned, then forced a smile. “Mom, I’ll handle it myself.”
Divorce was not as simple as it sounded.
She looked at me with a pained expression, sighing softly. “Since your father passed away, I’ve been thinking about you and
Idris. I initially thought that since Idris and Moore were together and even have a child together, divorce would be a relief for you.
But after visiting Old Manor yesterday and talking with Madam Young, I realized there was nothing between them.”
As she spoke, she took a deep breath. “I didn’t sleep all night, thinking about what to do about you and Idris. As a mother, I don’t
want you to suffer, watching your man’s heart be occupied with someone else. I wanted you to divorce him, but then I thought
about the child in your womb, a descendant of the Youngs. If you really divorced, the Youngs would never let you keep the child,
and I can’t bear to let you go through the pain of being separated from your child.”
Touched by my mother’s pained expression, I took her hand and comforted her. Mom, don’t worry, I’m fine. My relationship with
Idris isn’t that bad. Even if we do divorce, it won’t be so complicated. I’m not pregnant with his child, so there’s no need to worry
about the pain of separation or whatnot.”

“You’re not pregnant?” My mother was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief.” How can you not be pregnant? Yvette, what’s
going on here? Don’t lie to me!”
I patiently comforted her and explained, “The pregnancy was a scheme by Madam Young.” I then told my mother about Madam
Young’s intentions behind the pregnancy
She was incredulous and somewhat angry. “How ridiculous! How could Madam Young use you like this? Knowing you were
pregnant, your father, on his sickbed,
ng me to take good care of you, to let him see his grandchild, and now