Facade of Love

Chapter 149

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Chapter 149 Hitting the Trending List

Liam was swamped with work overseas, and of course, he could not be here to deal with

the family drama. That left his wife, Emily, to step up to the plate.

Idris, on the other hand, was up to his ears in work with the end–of–the–year chaos. It was

a given he would be busy. Technically, Idris and I were still married in the public eye, so it

fell on me to help out with family stuff, like taking care of Madam Young.

Somehow, it became the unspoken rule that Emily and I were the go–to people for all of

Madam Young’s needs

Once Madam Young had her mishap, the last thing on my mind was to hash out divorce

details with Idris. Once we got her settled, the Young family, from the oldest to the

youngest, were all taken care of and sent home.

Idris and Mr. Zachary were downstairs in the lobby, sorting out Madam Young’s hospital

paperwork.

The hallway was deserted, with a chilly breeze cutting through. Emily, ever so thoughtful,

passed me the fuzzy blanket she had been carrying, “It’s pretty cold here. I grabbed this

blanket for Grandma to keep her warm, but the doctors returned it when she was taken to

the ER. Wrap up in it, so you don’t freeze.”

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I thanked her quickly. We were not exactly close. She was a professor at Lake City

University and we hardly ever saw each other because of her busy schedule. Plus, she had

married Liam long ago and had a daughter who was nearly in middle school, so she was

usually wrapped up in her own world. The few times we did bump into each other were at

the old manor, and even then, we barely exchanged more than a few words.

The blanket draped over my legs chased away the chill, and we both sat there. We were

not exactly chatterboxes. To break the ice, I started, “When’s Liam due back? I owe him a

big thanks for last time, but he jetted off before I could say it. When he’s back, Idris and I

want to take you guys out for a meal you know, to really show our gratitude.”

Emily might have been in her thirties, but she had a natural glow and took good care of

herself. Her skin was porcelain smooth, and she gave me a soft smile. “He’ll be back any

day now. With the trouble at grandma’s, he’s bound to come. What did you need his help

with? He mentioned your friend was in a bit of a bind, but I did not pry. Was it bad?”

The whole mess with Sweety being trapped and tormented by Noah was pretty hush–hush

since it went down at Castle in the Lake, and the cops kept a lid on it, so it never really

exploded into a big scandal. After Noah got nabbed, the story pretty much got squashed.

It figured Emily was out of the loop

I just grinned and brushed it off. “It’s history. My friend’s all good now.”

She caught on and gave a small, knowing nod, her smile saying she would not dig any

deeper.

Her phone buzzed then, and she murmured a polite, “Excuse me, I’ve gotta take this,”

before she got up and headed to the stairwell to talk.

I caught a snippet of her saying, “Hubby… but then she was out of earshot, stepping into

the

stairwell.

Probably Liam checking in on Madam Young’s situation.

Idris and Mr. Zachary wrapped up their paperwork and joined us. He sent. Mr. Zachary off

to sort out the nursing and health care staff for Madam Young’s room. In the world of the

well–to–do, money was never an issue, least of all when it came to taking care of their

own.

After Mr. Zachary had gone, Idris looked around, not spotting Emily, and turned to me with

a question. “Where’s Emily?”

1 gestured toward the stairwell and told him, “She’s on a call.”

He gave a nod, his striking features still carrying a hint of tension. “I appreciate you being

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here with me today.”

“It’s nothing,” I replied coolly, Madam Young might have been tough on me, but she was

family after all. I could not just ignore her troubles.

He seemed to notice the bandage on my hand, his brow creasing with concem. “I’ve got

everything set up here. A nurse will be here soon to take over. You should head home and

rest. And keep your hand dry, okay?”

The burn was minor, but before I could brush off his concern, his phone buzzed. I fell silent

as he took

the call.

“Moore, what’s up?” he answered, his voice a deep murmur.

I could not catch the conversation, but Idris’s eyes suddenly met mine, searching,

questioning. I was clueless, wondering what was on his mind.

After a few soothing words to the caller, he ended the call and approached me. “An old

article about you being falsely accused of trafficking five years ago just hit the trending

list.”

He handed me his phone, and there it was, blazing across the screen: “Heiress to Billions

or Heartless Trafficker? Shocking Claims Surface About Tycoon’s Daughter.

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