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Chapter 153 Madam Young’s Crisis
Phone in hand, I hesitated, stealing a glance at Sweety before asking, “Where are you?”
“In the old manor.”
“Got it,” I replied. “I’ll swing by soon. Hang tight, okay?”
Emily hummed in response.
I ended the call and faced Sweety, feeling a twinge of guilt. Before I could explain, she
scrunched up her face and asked, “Yvette, are you ditching me to see someone else
again?”
Her pout was hard to resist, but I managed to say with a suppressed chuckle, “Madam
Young’s up and craving mushroom soup. Emily can’t cook to save her life, so she asked for
my help. Madam Young’s
family, and she’s in the hospital–I can’t just ignore that.”
Sweety’s face fell, and she let out a drawn–out ‘ohh‘ before adding, “Emily? Mr. Young’s
wife?”
I nodded, rummaging through my bag for keys.
“And?” she prodded. “Is she nice? Pretty?”
I found my keys, looked up, and smiled, “Yeah, she’s a gem–beautiful, kind, smart, and a
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbreeze to get along with. What’s with the sudden interest? You’ve never been this nosy.”
She forced a laugh and said, “Oh, it’s nothing. I just think Mr. Young is such a charming
gentleman, so his wife has to be amazing, right? How else could she match up to him?”
I frowned, puzzled, and asked her, “Just because Liam saved you once, he’s suddenly a
hero in your eyes?”
She huffed and dropped the conversation, nudging me along. “Okay, okay, off you go.
Don’t make
them wait.”
After saying goodbye to Sweety, I headed over to the Youngs Old Manor. Emily was
bustling around the kitchen with two plump chefs trailing behind her. They watched her
every move, exchanging glances, itching to lend a hand.
However, their help was not needed for a simple mushroom soup, which somehow had
both chefs scratching their heads.
“Hey, Big Sis,” I greeted Emily.
At the sound of my voice, Emily spun around, beaming. “Yvette, you made it! I’ve been
trying to get
this soup right with the chefs, but it just doesn’t taste like yours. I can’t figure out what’s
missing.”
She gestured to the several attempts at mushroom soup on the table.
I tasted the soups she made, which were pretty good, and then I added a bit of potato
starch for thickness and a splash of MSG for a twist.
I smiled and handed her a spoon. After a tentative sip, she paused, then admitted, “It’s
oddly
delicious.”
“Grandma’s getting on in years, and her taste buds aren’t as sharp as they used to be.
MSG should increase the flavor so that she’ll taste more of it.” I explained. After finishing, I
grabbed a to–go box and packed up the mushroom soup I had made.
Emily gave a soft nod, her expression tender. “I’ve learned a lot. Next time, I can whip it
up grandma myself, and we won’t have to call you from miles away.”
for
I offered a small smile, about to say that grandma could call on me for soup anytime, but
then reality hit me—I was about to be divorced from Idris, and I could not just drop
everything to be with her
anymore.
All I could do was smile and walk out with her, making a beeline for the hospital.
As we reached the hospital corridor, Emily and I were met with the sight of doctors rushing
into Madam Young’s room. Our hearts skipped a beat, and we hurried over. Mr. Zachary
was pacing outside the room, a bundle of nerves. “Mr. Zachary, what’s going on with
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgrandma?” I asked urgently.
He turned to us, his worry etched deep. “She’s coughed up blood, and her blood pressure
and sugar levels are through the roof.”
“Coughed up blood? But she was fine when I left,” Emily said, her brow creased with
concern. “The doctors said she’d be okay if she woke up without getting upset. Did
something happen?”
Mr. Zachary cast a glance over to a corner of the hallway and bit his l*p, staying silent.
I followed his gaze and saw Moore, cradling her baby bump against the wall, tears
streaming down her face without a sound. She looked so forlorn that people passing by
could not help but shoot her sympathetic looks, probably thinking she was a pregnant
woman wronged by her family.
Seeing her like that, my brow furrowed, and I had a hunch about what might have gone
down.
Emily caught sight of Moore too, but she’s never been one to poke her nose into mine and
Idris’s business. She did not get the whole story, so she turned to Mr. Zachary with a
puzzled look and asked, “What’s going on?”
Mr. Zachary took a beat before answering, “Mr. Young brought Ms. Scott to visit Madam
Young. Whatever they talked about in there got Madam Young so worked up she started
coughing up blood. She was yelling for Mr. Young to cut ties with Ms. Scott, saying she’d
haunt him if he did not, even from beyond the grave.”
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