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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWe 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?”
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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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