Facade of Love

Chapter 98 You Don’t Plan to Divorce Idris Anymore?
Charles did not exchange words with the girl but looked at Idris, saying, “Mr. Young, Madam Young is already urging us to be
quick.”
Idris nodded, shifting his gaze from me to the young girl. “Zoe, thank you for your help today. Leave the other dresses here as
well.”
Zoe nodded, smiling. “Sure. As long as Yvette likes my designs, I’ll keep sending them.”
I smiled at Zoe. “It’s been a long time since we last met. Your design skills have grown a lot. It seems I’ll have to start lining up to
wear your designs soon.”
She grinned, her eyes curving like crescent moons. “If you like my designs, you don’t need to line up, Yvette. I’ll always put you
first!”
Her words elicited laughter from everyone, and Charles once again urged us to move toward where Madam Young was.
We all walked and chatted along the way.
Zoe was Charles‘ sister and had always loved designing. The Zachary family elders supported her and even opened a studio for
her. In the past two years, she had worked hard and achieved some success, with fashion shows and international brands giving
her offers left and right.
We rarely saw each other on regular days, but it was a rare occasion today. The lively young girl chattered non–stop along the
way.
The inner courtyard was filled with prominent figures from Lake City, both officials and businessmen, all attending. Madam Young
loved watching operas, so a stage was set up in the courtyard. The spacious courtyard, which usually loomed quite large, was
filled with guests, creating a lively atmosphere.
Guests came to congratulate Madam Young one after another. She delightedly asked several of Idris‘ uncles to take good care of
the guests.
When Idris and I approached Madam Young, she looked at Idris with a kind yet somewhat helpless expression. “There are so
many guests today. My dear boy, why didn’t you help your second and third uncles entertain the guests? Where did you run off

to?”
supporting Madam Young, smiled reassuringly. “Some last minute work the company delayed me. Grandma, please don’t be
upset.”
Young would not blame him. After exchanging
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The birthday banquet was not like other gatherings. The elderly loved lively events, and the Youngs, not lacking in money, had
hired famous chefs to cook at the Old Manor. The tables were set up under the stage, allowing the congratulating guests to dine
while enjoying the opera show.
The opera performers were well–known, their melodies graceful and melodious, enchanting those who loved opera.
Of course, there was consideration for the younger guests too. Besides opera, there were other performances on stage,
probably invited by the Youngs‘ third uncle — a famous singer from Hansa or Tilsa, with a remarkable voice. Many of his fans
were particularly excited to see him.
During the meal, it was customary to toast the guests as a sign of respect and welcome. Idris toasted with the guests,
exchanging pleasantries before downing
his drink.
As a pregnant woman, after explaining my situation, I naturally did not have to drink.
Sitting quietly at the table, eating, Madam Young seemed tired after a series of congratulations, and said to me, “Yvette, I’m a bit
tired. Can you help me back in to get some rest?”
The two aunties sitting beside her were stunned. They both looked at me,
surprised. Usually, Madam Young asked them to accompany her when leaving the table early. Why did she explicitly ask me to
help her today?
I shot a polite smile at the aunties and then stood up to help Madam Young leave the table.

In Madam Young’s room, I poured her a cup of water and placed it beside her, then stood quietly aside. During my two years of
being married into the Youngs, I had learned some rules.
She had specifically asked me to send her back, which meant she probably had something to discuss with me.
Sure enough, after a moment, Madam Young took a sip of water and looked at me, “Yvette, these two months are almost over. It
seems Iddy doesn’t plan to divorce you. I’m old and don’t want to meddle in the younger generation’s affairs, but if you really
want me to intervene, I have the ability to despite my
she would ask about my relationship with Idris, I looked at her calmly
“Orandma, do you want me to divorce Idris just beca Use of my
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