Facade of Love

Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Funeral Arrangements

I was not sure about my conjecture and dared not jump to conclusions.

Then again, even if Moore twisted the truth to get together with Idris, the fact that they were together was real. They had indeed been together, and now it seemed that Idris truly loved her. No matter what she had used to make Idris fall in love with her five years ago, the fact that they were in love now was true.

I had forced myself to forget the events of five years ago, so how could Idris not have forgotten them as well?

The next morning, the phone started to frantically ring.

The noise woke me up. I was still groggy as I answered, “Hello?”

“Yvette, come to the Youngs‘ old manor immediately!” Madam Young’s stern voice came through, her tone an icy command.

Once I recognized it was Madam Young, my sleepiness vanished. I was about to speak when I heard the beep of the phone hanging up.

What happened?

A bit dazed, I paused with my phone before Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

re I got up from the bed to get ready and go to the old manor.

However, before I could even get out of bed, my phone rang again. It was Sweety. I answered, and before I could say a word, an anxious voice came through, “Yvette, where are you now? Are you

alright?”

I was even more puzzled and asked again, “What happened?”

The voice on the other end paused, then said, “It seems like you don’t know yet, Look at the Lake City news headlines. Someone has brought up your incident from five years ago, and it’s trending now. The media is all over it. I just found out when our newspaper’s editor–in–chief called me to confirm if the story about you was true.”

I furrowed my brows and opened the news. Just like Sweety said, the incident from the past had been leaked, and with netizens speculating and exaggerating the facts, my reputation was now being dragged through the mud.

“These netizens are too much, judging without knowing the true story,” Sweety’s indignant voice came through the phone.

I scrolled through the trending comments. Some people despised and slandered me, thinking I had eloped and deserved what came to me, while others felt I was a victim who should not be attacked after escaping death, urging other netizens to be kind. All in all, there were both good and bad comments.

I pursed my l*ps after a quick look through and said to Sweety on the phone, “It’s okay. People will say what they want to say. You go ahead with your work. I have something to do soon.”

Sweety still sounded worried, but a call from my mother popped up on my screen, and I had to hang up.

I answered her call, and amidst some chaos, I heard her sobbing and frantic voice, “Yvette, come to the hospital quickly. Your father… he’s not going to make it.”

My mind jolted, and my b*dy felt weak. Without waiting to find out what had happened, I rushed to the hospital

Outside the emergency room

Moore and Idris were also there. Seeing them, I subconsciously frowned. When did they arrive?

“Mom, how’s Dad?” I approached and asked.

Seeing me, my mother grabbed my hand tightly with tears swirling in her eyes. Her voice choked up, “He was fine when I left this morning, but when I came back, I found him vomiting a lot of blood. I don’t know what happened.”

As she spoke, she began to cry again.

After a while, the door to the emergency room opened, and a female doctor in a white coat came out. She looked around at us

Chapter 38 Funeral Arrangements

and said, “Who is the patient’s daughter, Yvette? Come with me.”

y mother looked bewildered, then turned to the doctor. “Doctor, how’s my husband? He’s okay, right?”

My

The doctor sighed slightly and said, “The patient suffered a shock. His liver and gallbladder ruptured, and he’s had a massive hemorrhage. We’ve done everything we could.”

Upon hearing this, my mother staggered a few steps backwards and slumped into a chair, her face turning pale as if her soul had been hollowed out.

I hurried to support her, trying to find words of comfort, but I found myself choked up, unable to speak.

The doctor, perhaps accustomed to such scenes, sighed slightly and said, “The patient has requested to see his daughter Yvette. Come with me.

After that, she looked toward us.

I calmed my mother down, looked at the doctor, and took a breath, “I’m Yvette.”

The doctor acknowledged with a nod and then led me into the emergency room.

Inside the emergency room.

Kane looked particularly gaunt lying on the operating table, his b*dy covered with instruments and various tubes. The doctors who had been trying to save him stood silently to the side, completely helpless.

The doctor who had brought me in approached Kane’s side and called out, “Mr. Scott, your daughter’s here.”

Kane struggled to open his eyes to look at me. I walked over to him and knelt beside him with tears falling uncontrollably as I choked up. “Dad!”