Facade of Love

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 A Master of Manipulation

In the past, Idris‘ words would have stirred my emotions, but now, they only left me feeling numb. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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 Scott 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.

Chapter 45 A Master of Manipulation

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.”