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Chapter 86 Moore made to leave the Old Manor
Instinctively, I glanced down at the Scott Corporation building and saw Mr. Zachary
standing there, phone in hand. Seeing this, I quickly responded, “Alright, I got it.” I hung
up, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs. In Mr. Zachary’s car, I could not help but
wonder why Madam Young was in such a rush for me to visit the old manor. She had given
me a month. There was no need for such urgency.
Mr. Zachary guided me into Madam Young’s courtyard. The chill of the weather was
quickly forgotten as we entered the house, where a fire was crackling, spreading warmth
throughout. As the door swung open, I was taken aback to see my mother already there.
“Mom, why are you here?” I asked, surprised.
My mother, after a brief glance at Madam Young, hesitated before replying, “I came to see
you and… Moore.” Moore? Was she the reason for my mother’s unexpected visit?
Madam Young, her eyes still radiating kindness, invited me, “Yvette, come sit. It’s chilly
outside, come warm your hands.” She beckoned me over with a wave of her hand, the
picture of a benevolent elder.
I nodded and took a seat next to my mother. Madam Young turned to Mr. Zachary,
inquiring, Has Iddy arrived yet?”
Mr. Zachary nodded. “I’ve informed him. Mr. Young will be back shortly.” Madam Young
nodded, her gaze shifting to my mother. “Dear, Iddy will be here soon. Could you and
Yvette kindly wait a bit longer?”
My mother nodded, her face showing a hint of apology. “Madam Young, there’s no need for
such formalities. If anyone’s caused trouble, it’s us for not disciplining our child properly.”
I was puzzled by my mother’s sudden appearance at the old manor.
In a hushed voice, I asked, “Mom, what’s happening?” Just as she was about to respond,
Idris walked in. Seeing both me and my mother, he looked surprised but quickly
recovered, greeting my mother and Madam Young politely before taking a seat.
The room was filled with a serious atmosphere, and I was still in the dark about what was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgoing on. Suddenly, Madam Young turned to Mr. Zachary. “Go to the side courtyard and
bring Ms. Scott. Tell her Deborah is here for her.”
Mr. Zachary nodded and left with a respectful bow.
Here for her?
Was my mom at the old mansion today to fetch Moore? Did Madam Young ask my mom to
fetch Moore?
Could it be that Madam Young found out about Moore’s pregnancy and did not want her to
stay in the mansion during her pregnancy?
Soon enough, Moore was summoned from the side courtyard.
Once everyone was present, Madam Young asked Mr. Zachary to fetch some drinks. She
then turned to my mother. “It’s a rare occasion that you’re here today. Stay for dinner. The
kids at home are planning a birthday feast for me one of these days. You should join the
celebration.”
I had completely forgotten that Madam Young’s eightieth birthday was approaching. It
seemed that as she aged, she had grown fonder of lively events.
My mom exchanged pleasantries with Madam Young, laughing and chatting. The
atmosphere seemed to lighten.
The more harmonious the atmosphere, the more peculiar it felt though. As expected, it
was not long before Idris turned to Madam Young and asked, “Grandma, is there
something you wanted to discuss today?”
Madam Young delicately sipped her tea, her gaze not resting on Idris, but on Moore. “I
asked your mother to join us today primarily to ensure your safety. I was unaware of your
pregnancy. I only knew you had a fondness for my old mansion, so I allowed you to stay.
After all, you’re Yvette’s sister, which makes us practically family. But recently, I’ve
noticed something off about your condition. I spoke with Iddy and discovered you’ve been
pregnant for some time. A pregnant woman living in my old mansion without proper care,
if anything were to happen, it would be difficult for me to face your mother at my age!”
Madam Young’s words were coated with concern, seemingly considering Moore’s safety in
every sentence. Everyone could discern the underlying message though: she was subtly
suggesting Moore pack her things and leave the mansion with her mother.
She was indeed a crafty old fox, managing to make even evictions sound noble.
Moore’s face turned ashen, her l*ps pressed tightly together. Her hands, resting on her
lap, were clenched together, her knuckles whitening from the pressure.
Upon seeing this, Idris frowned at Madam Young, voicing his displeasure. “Grandma, what
are you doing…?”
“Iddy, Yvette is carrying your child. You’re a good kid, but you need to prioritize.” Madam
Young cut him off, continuing, “The Young Corporation has many matters that need
attention, and Yvette needs your care. I know you have a kind heart, but Moore is a
married woman. If she continues to live here, what will people say when word gets out?”
As Madam Young spoke, her face had already taken on a stormy expression, clearly, she
had been holding back her anger all this while. It seemed that the fact that Moore was not
carrying a child of the Youngs was what truly infuriated her, otherwise, she would not have
been so quick to summon Moore’s mother to take her away.
The atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating. Moore’s face was a picture of
deep hurt and pitifulness, yet she remained silent. It was obvious that she was unwilling to
leave just like that, but at this point, her only option was to play the pitiful card.
Initially, I did not understand why Madam Young had gathered everyone here, but now it
made sense. If she had not gathered everyone, Madam Young would have simply sent
Moore away, and Moore would have undoubtedly caused a scene, portraying herself as a
pitiful figure, winning Idris’s sympathy, and standing against Madam Young.
Now, with everyone present, Madam Young had laid out the situation so plainly that Moore
could not even feign being the victim anymore. After all, even if she claimed that Noah
was mistreating her, she could always go to the Scotts with her mother. Even though the
Scotts were struggling now, they could still manage to care for a pregnant woman,
effectively silencing Idris.
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing the situation unfold, my mother addressed Madam Young and Idris, “It’s all for not
being more attentive as a mother. I’ve caused you trouble these past days. Moore, too,
my
she got pregnant and did not even tell us, her parents. I’ve been so caught up with Kane’s
issues that I’ve inadvertently added to your burdens.”
Madam Young offered a gentle smile, her eyes radiating kindness. “Oh, don’t be so formal.
Yvette is part of our family, so it’s no big deal for her sister to stay with us for a few days.
But I can’t help but notice Moore’s belly growing each day. Our house is bustling and a bit
chaotic, I worry she might accidentally get hurt. That would be quite a predicament.”
My mother chimed in with a laugh. “Indeed, Madam Young, you’re always so considerate.”
Once she finished speaking, Mother turned her attention to Moore. “Moore, why don’t pack
up and come home with me? With your belly so big, you can’t be running around. You’re
about to be a mother, you need to behave properly.”
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“Mom, you…” Moore, not being naive, understood that her mother was calling her out for
being unruly. She turned to Idris, her face a mix of hurt and pleading. “Iddy…”
Idris looked at her, his expression faltering for a moment before he shifted his icy gaze to
me. His dark eyes were cold and stern.
I had initially intended to stay out of their squabble, but I did not expect Idris to suddenly
look at me like that. When our eyes met, my heart gave a jolt, and I instantly understood
what his gaze meant.
Was he implying that Madam Young’s decision to send Moore away was influenced by me?
Seeing this, I hardened my expression, refusing to meet his gaze.
Perhaps realizing it was not the right time to confront me, Idris averted his eyes and
addressed Madam Young, “Grandma, I’ve already made arrangements for Moore, why are
you…”
‘Young one,” Madam Young cut him off, her face stern. “What do you mean by you’ve
arranged it? Sure, Moore is Yvette’s sister, but she’s also a married woman. How can you,
someone who has no connection to her, meddle in the affairs of another man’s wife and
child? Aren’t you worried about the rumors if outsiders hear about this? When it comes to
our own matters, it’s one thing to show concern, but we mustn’t forget our boundaries.”
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