Facade of Love

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Chapter 121 My Illness

I nodded, ready to head back to the kitchen for dinner.

Maxwell stopped me, looking serious, and asked, “Are you serious this time?”

I nodded again, puzzled by his reaction, and could not help but ask, “What’s wrong with

you? My divorce from Idris doesn’t concern you, does it?”

He hummed in response, taking a deep breath. “It’s hugely relevant. If you get divorced,

I’ll have to take care of you for the rest of my life.”

I frowned, finding his words odd, and retorted, “What are you thinking? My divorce is my

business. You’re the CEO of Scott Corporation, not my dad. Why would you need to take

care of me for life?”

After saying this, I glanced at Zoe, who was busy by the dining table, and playfully nudged

his arm. What do you think of Zoe?”

He looked bewildered. “What do you mean? We’re discussing your affairs, and I heard your

phone call

earlier. I need to go with you to Macamer.

“No!” I blurted out, saying, “If you go to Macamer with me, who will manage Scott

Corporation? Your absence at Scott Corporation defeats the purpose of my trip to

Macamer. Maxwell, don’t hold me back.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Zoe interrupted us by running out. Seeing us

talking, she anked curiously, “What are you two discussing? Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat and

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talk.”

With that, she pulled both Maxwell and me into the hall, whether he wanted to or not.

After dinner, I returned to my room and called Uncle Marcus to arrange my trip to

Macamer.

When my mother arrived, she found me daydreaming by the window, with the balcony

doors open and the cold wind filling the room.

Seeing me standing motionless by the window, she panicked and exclaimed, “Yvette, what

are you doing? Don’t you know you just had a miscarriage? Do you not want children

anymore?”

As she spoke, she hurriedly closed all the windows, turned on the heater, and made me sit

on the chaise lounge, wrapping me in a thick blanket.

“Are you okay? Did you get frostbite?” she fretted, checking me over for any signs of

freezing and looking deeply concerned

Knowing she was worried, I shook my head gently. “Mom, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

She looked at me, her face full of sorrow, and gripped my hand tightly. “Yvette, if you have

something to say, let it out. Don’t keep it inside. Never do anything to hurt yourself, do

you hear me? Your dad’s gone, and if something happens to you, I won’t be able to live,

you know?”

Inodded, taking a shallow breath, and reassured her, “Mom, I really am fine. I just wanted

to clear

my head.” Over the years, I had gotten used to dealing with problems like this. I only felt

better after enduring some physical hardship.

Other than this method, I had no other way to alleviate my pain.

Seeing her so upset, I felt guilty and held her hand. “Mom, I’ll take care of myself.”

She shook her head with tears in her eyes. “Child, you have to look forward to the future.

No matter what, remember, I can’t live without you. You can’t ruin yourself, okay?

Whether it’s marriage or children, there will always be opportunities. Don’t overthink,

okay?”

I nodded and smiled at her. “Mom, I understand.”

She chattered beside me for a while. I knew she was worried about me. I listened to her

until I became

drowsy and dozed off on the chaise lounge.

Seeing me asleep, she finally stopped talking. She pulled the blanket over me and sighed

softly.

After a while, she seemed to get up and call someone.

“Dr. Louie, Yvette’s illness seems to have…” Her voice faded with the closing door.

I lay on the chaise lounge, slowly opening my eyes.

My illness…

Yes, I almost forgot. I had been sick for five years, and living with Idris these past two

years, life had been so smooth that I forgot about my illness.

I did not sleep well that night.

Uncle Marcus had booked a noon flight for me. After Maxwell hurriedly dropped me off at

the airport and I met with Officer Jackson, he watched as we boarded the plane,

After takeoff, Officer Jackson looked at me and said, “I’ve arranged for someone in

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Macarner to meet us, so don’t worry too much.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Officer Jackson, you don’t have to worry about me. I have

my own matters in Macamer too. This trip is for both business and personal reasons.”

rstand.”