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Chapter 154 He Sends Ensio to Check Up on Moore
Emily’s brow creased, and she bit her l*p, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself.
I did not press the issue either. I did not need all the details to get the picture.
What threw me for a loop was Moore. When did she and Madam Young have a big
blowout? Moore had been riding the coattails of saving Idris’s life, and even if Madam
Young was not her biggest fan, she would not just lash out for no good reason. The last
time I stumbled upon them, Madam Young could not hide her disdain. There was definitely
more to this story than I knew.
Half an hour later, the doctors finally started filing out of the ward. Emily and I rushed in to
see how Madam Young was doing. Idris was there, looking ghostly pale and sweating
bullets, obviously on
edge.
Madam Young was hooked up to a bunch of machines, but her breathing was even, and
she seemed stable–just like the doctor had said.
Emily glanced between me and Idris, biting back words she could not quite let out.
“Mr. Young,” came a voice from the doorway. Ensio was there, knocking softly as he spoke
up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIdris caught someone’s eye and nodded slightly before turning to Emily and me. His gaze
lingered on Emily and nodded at her. Then he looked at me, his expression unreadable,
and said, “Stay here with grandma for a bit, will you?”
I just nodded, keeping my thoughts to myself, and watched him walk out with a cool
detachment.
No sooner had Idris left than Emily set down the mushroom soup she had brought and
looked over at me, hesitating for a moment before speaking up, “Yvette, about you and
Iddy…”
I gave her a small smile and quickly changed the subject, “Emily, isn’t Liam supposed to
be landing about now? Did someone go to pick him up?”
She confirmed with a nod. “Mr. Zachary’s handling it.”
Guessing I was not in the mood for a heart–to–heart, Emily did not press any further.
Before long, Madam Young stirred awake. She was lying in her hospital bed, looking dazed
as her eyes fluttered open. Emily spotted her first and shot up from her chair, asking
anxiously, “Grandma, you’re awake?”
At the sound of her voice, I moved closer and saw Madam Young trying to speak, but no
words came
out.
I could tell by the way her l*ps moved that she was thirsty. Emily and I dabbed her l*ps
with a wet
cotton swab and gently gave her a few sips of water.
It took a little while, but finally, Madam Young found her voice and asked, “Where’s Iddy?
Where did he go?”
She was looking at me for the answer.
I responded quickly, “He stepped out.”
“Could you get him for me?” she asked, her voice raspy with strain.
I nodded, not asking why, and hurried out of the room.
Outside the hospital room, Mr. Zachary was still on watch, and to my surprise, Moore had
not taken
off.
I did not pry into why she stayed, just asked Mr. Zachary if he had seen Idris around.
He told me Idris and Ensio had gone down the hall, probably to talk shop at the stairwell.
With that, I headed in the direction he pointed out.
I was just about to reach the stairwell when Idris’s deep, controlled voice floated out, “Just
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdeal with the rest as you think best.” Looked like he was wrapping up.
I was about to push the door open when Ensio piped up, “Mr. Young, about that check on
Ms. Scott’s whereabouts at the border five years back. I’ve got something.”
I froze, hand on the door. Did Idris have Ensio dig into Moore’s past?
Then Idris’s voice came through again, calm and collected, “What did you find?”
Ensio sounded a bit more subdued, “Looks like Ms. Scott was only at the border for a
month, five years ago. She headed there early summer, apparently on a quest to find
someone important. But after she got there, word is she met up with Alex, who whisked
her away to Hartfield. What she did in Hartfield, I can’t say, but a month later, she was
gone, and next thing, the Youngs‘ crew found her at the base of a cliff.”
Hartfield?
That was the place where Lucas used to cook up his illegal concoctions, and it was
notorious for being a trap where Alex lured people for all sorts of dark dealings–either to
break their backs working or to be shipped off and sold. Moore had been caught up in that
mess?
Idris’s voice finally broke the silence, deep and raspy, “How long was Yvette at Hartfield,
and how’d she manage to break out?”
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