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Chapter 49 He was gravely injured trying to save Moore
My voice was quiet, but the cemetery was small and the memorial hushed. Almost
everyone heard my words, and their eyes turned to Moore and Idris, whispers filling the
air.
Idris’s face darkened, his brows furrowed as he looked at me, momentarily at a loss for
words.
“Yvette, what are you blabbering about?” Moore’s voice broke as she addressed me, her
eyes brimming with tears. “Dad just passed away. Why are you accusing us of being
responsible? Haven’t you upset Father enough over the years? The doctor said Father was
doing fine. It was your past scandals being dug up and made public that landed Father in
the emergency room.“‘
Her words rang out loud and clear, her tear–streaked face a picture of sorrow and
innocence.
The scandal from five years ago… Even though I had a PR team handle it swiftly, it was
eventually thrust into the public eye. These people, who were close to my father, could
not have missed it.
If this had not been brought up, things would have been fine. Once it was, though,
everyone seemed to agree with the internet’s portrayal of me; a willful, arrogant woman
with no sense of shame who ran off with someone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI could not bear the icy, critical stares that felt like daggers piercing me. It felt like I was
being thrown into a frying pan. I wanted to defend myself, but I was shaking so much I
could not utter a word.
Witnessing my predicament, my mother, in a fit of rage, snatched up the flowers and
hurled them at Moore. She screamed at him, “You ungrateful wretch! I didn’t raise you for
over twenty years just so you could torment my daughter. You’re nothing but an
ungrateful wench. You caused my husband’s death, and now you’re tormenting my
daughter. I won’t let you get away with this!”
With that, she picked up a brick from the ground and swung it at Moore, her actions wild
and uncontrollable.
I was too stunned to react. By the time I did, all I heard was a piercing scream. Then I saw
a gaping wound in Idris’s head, blood streaming down Moore was clutching Idris’s bleeding
head, his cries echoing with raw pain.
The one who was hurt was not Moore, but Idris. He sure knew how to play the knight in
shining armor.
My mother was frozen in fear, the brick slipping from her hand and clattering to the
ground.
“Quick, get him to the hospital!” Someone in the crowd shouted, and then Idris was
helped away by a few people.
Moore also left
I watched their retreating figures, feeling dazed. I walked over to my mother, steadied her,
and called out in a hoarse voice,” Mom!”
My mother turned to look at me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice trembling. “Yvette, he
won’t… He won’t die, will he?”
I shook my head, gently holding her as I said, “No, don’t worry. He won’t die.” Even if he
did, I would give my life to help my mother out.
Hearing my words, my mother finally broke down in tears.
Uncle Marcus, witnessing this scene, stood by, at a loss for words. After a long silence, he
said helplessly, “What a day, and it turns out to be like this…”
My father had been laid to rest, and the mourners had all left after the spectacle. The
silence around us was deafening.
Yes, what a day indeed, letting my father witness all this from beyond. The pain in my
heart was unbearable.
I had promised him that I would take good care of my mother.
Once my father’s funeral was taken care of, I had Uncle Marcus escort my mother back to
the Scotts.
Then, I headed straight to the hospital. Outside the operating room, Moore was hunched
over, her hands smeared with blood. Her sobs were so intense that his voice was breaking
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Zachary was there too, pacing back and forth in distress, clueless about what had
transpired. Upon seeing me, he rushed
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Chapter 49 He was gravely injured trying to save Moore
over. “Mrs. Young, what on earth happened? How did Mr. Young end up so severely
injured?”
“It’s her. She’s the killer, Mr. Zachary. It’s Yvette. She’s trying to murder Idris.”
Before I could utter a word, Moore sprang up from the ground, pointing at me accusingly,
his face twisted with hatred.
Mr. Zachary looked at me, his gaze filled with confusion. I knew he was here to gather
information to report back to Madam Young. After a pause, I confessed, “I was the one who
hurt Idris.”
Mr. Zachary was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowed. “What… What’s going on? How did
this…”
Before he could finish, the operating room door swung open.
The doctor addressed us. “The patient is stable, he’s conscious, and the wound has been
stitched. Just ensure it doesn’t get wet. The family should complete the hospital admission
procedures. After a two–day observation, if all goes well, he can be discharged.”
“No need.” Idris’s deep voice echoed from the operating room. His head had been cleaned
and bandaged. He addressed the doctor. “I don’t need to be hospitalized.”
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