Chapter 45 A Master of Manipulation
In the past, Idris‘ words would have stirred my emotions, but now, they only left me
feeling numb.
I looked at him, a laugh escaping my l*ps, but I did not feel like speaking anymore.
The autumn sun was inviting, shining upon the Young’s Old Manor. Madam Young was
basking in its warmth, comfortably seated in a rocking chair in the yard. As Idris and I
arrived, she was feigning sleep, her eyes closed.
Mr. Zachary had two chairs brought over and served us two cups of clear tea. He then
stood next to Madam Young, whispering, “The guests have arrived.”
At the sound of his voice, Madam Young leisurely opened her eyes, her gaze falling on us.
She exchanged a few subtle words with Idris before turning to me with some
inconsequential questions.
After a while, she found an excuse to send Idris away.
Then, she turned to me. “I’ve heard about your father’s situation. It may seem
inappropriate for me, as an elder, to discuss other matters with you at this time, but I am
Idris’s grandmother, and I have the Youngs‘ interests to consider. You must have seen the
news headlines. Have you thought about how to handle it?”
I pressed my l*ps together, pausing for a moment before responding, “I’ve arranged for
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtScott Corporation’s PR to handle the headline. The issue should be under control soon.”
I held back my next words, choosing instead to study her.
She gave a slight nod. “Indeed, situations like this should be tightly controlled. The best
course of action is to suppress it. But remember, this is a fact that’s now public
knowledge. I’m afraid the Youngs‘ reputation is already the subject of gossip.”
Certain matters, once catching a whiff of scandal, were prone to wild speculation. Now
that it was blown up, it was inevitable that people would talk.
I pressed my l*ps together, steadied my demeanor, and addressed the elderly woman,
“Grandma, I didn’t anticipate this situation. I’m truly sorry for the damage it’s caused the
Youngs. If you’re upset about this, please don’t take it out on Scott Corporation. I’m willing
to shoulder all the blame.”
She studied me, her anger seemingly tempered. She lightly pursed her l*ps. “What’s done
is done. You’re a victim too, so I don’t blame you.” She paused, then added, “But the fact
remains that this has happened. As the Youngs‘ daughter–in–Law, Yvette, you’ll have to
step down”
I understood her words, nodded, and replied, “Alright, I’ll arrange for a divorce from Idris
as soon as possible.” I hesitated, then added, “The child I’m carrying…”
Idris already knew about the child. If I suddenly revealed that it was all a ruse orchestrated
by Madam Young, it might breed
resentment
Madam Young seemed to have anticipated my thoughts. She looked at me, her eyes
shrewd. “This could be a golden. opportunity. I can tell Idris has feelings for you. If you
were to ask for a divorce without reason, he wouldn’t agree. Yvette, you’re a smart girl.
This non–existent child you’re carrying could be a useful tool. It could make Idris give up
on you, making your divorce seem logical.”
So, Madam Young wanted me to use this non–existent child I was supposedly carrying to
force Idris into a divorce?
Well, she truly was a seasoned veteran of the business battlefield, even going as far as to
plan my exit strategy. She knew Idris well, understood his deep sense of love and
responsibility, and was aware that our years as a married couple could not possibly
be devoid of feelings.
So, if I were to suddenly suggest a divorce, Idris, out of concern and obligation, would
refuse.
However, if I were to use our child to deeply wound Idris’s heart, causing him to abandon
his sense of duty, the divorce would naturally follow.
Madam Young was clever. Regardless of the outcome, it would be a win for her.
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Seeing my silence, she narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, “What’s the matter? Is there
something you don’t understand?” I shook my head, paused for a moment, and said,
“Grandma, your plan is brilliant. I’m just curious, how do you intend to handle the child
Moore is carrying?”
Upon hearing this, her expression darkened slightly, and she replied dismissively, “You
don’t need to concern yourself with that. Once you and Idris are divorced, the affairs of
the Youngs will no longer involve you.”
Fair enough.
I did not press further and said, “Grandma, the matter of my divorce with Idris involves a
non–existent child. I can’t handle everything perfectly right away, I need some time.”
She nodded, not making things difficult for me, and simply asked, “How long do you
need?”
“At least two months.”
After a moment of silence, she nodded slightly. “That’s fine. With your father’s recent
passing and the Scott Corporation on the brink of collapse, if Idris were to divorce you
now, it would look like the Youngs were kicking you while you’re down. I’ll give you two
months to sort this out. I hope your divorce from Idris won’t cause any unnecessary
trouble for the Youngs.”