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Chapter 2 I Made The Police Report

Two hours later, outside the police station.

“Yvette, I swear nothing happened between Iddy and I. I wasn’t feeling well, so I called

him to ask him to bring me some medicine. I don’t know why the police suddenly barged

in and dragged us to the station.” Moore looked at me, looking quite pitiable and heart–

wrenching.

I looked at her, nodded, and smiled slightly. “It’s fine. Since it’s a misunderstanding, you

should go back home and rest. I’ve called you a taxi. It’s quite late, so Iddy and I can’t

send you back.”

Seeing no anger in my face, she glanced at Idris. He was as cold as always. Seeing this,

she said nothing more and left.

I had driven to the station. After Moore left, I did not wait for the man beside me before

making a beeline to my car and settling into the passenger seat. It was already four in the

morning, and I was sleepy, so I wanted to take a nap in the car.

Before I could get comfortable, the man in the driver’s seat asked, “Did you call the

police?”

His voice was low and a little chilly.

“Yes,” I responded, too sleepy to even look at him.

“Why?” He did not start the car. He did not seem to be planning to leave.

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I rubbed my temples to try to wake myself up and looked at him, somewhat irritated. “You

woke me up in the middle of the night. How could I let that slide?”

His handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at me incredulously. “We woke you

up?”

Seeing his puzzled look, I was a bit surprised. Apparently, he did not know about the call

he made to

1. me.

Not saying anything more, I closed my eyes to go to sleep.

Some things were better left unsaid.

He did not ask more questions and just started the car.

The next day.

I had not slept all night, so I took the day off to catch up on sleep. I did not wake up until

the evening.

Idris was not in the villa, so I grabbed something to eat and turned on my phone, which

had been switched off. Several missed calls popped up.

Besides a few calls from work, the rest were from Moore.

Just as I was preparing to call her back, my phone vibrated. It was her calling again.

I picked up the phone but stayed silent.

Moore’s voice came from the other end. “Yvette, are you free? Can we meet?”

“No,” I responded, sprawled on the sofa.

Moore was quiet.

“I’ll come to Clearwater Residence to look for you,” she said before quickly hanging up,

probably afraid that I would refuse.

Fifteen minutes later…

Moore did not look a day over thirty, standing outside my door and dressed in a long, teal

dress, with her slender figure and delicate face.

Looking at her, I raised an eyebrow and said, “You got here pretty quickly.”

She smiled. “Idris thought Clear Lake was too cramped, so he bought a villa next to yours

for me. It’s not far from here.” As she spoke, she entered the living room and looked

around the house.

Turning her back to me, Moore continued, “Idris bought this house three years ago. He

said he wanted to make it our marital home, so the style and decorations were all done

according to my taste. I didn’t expect everything to still be so well preserved.”

I sat on the sofa, emotionless while nodding slightly. “You’ve always had good taste,

Moore, but after living here for two years, I’ve grown tired of it. I’m planning to renovate

soon.‘

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Her gaze shifted from the house to me, darkening slightly. She then changed the subject.

“Yvette, Idris and I have been together for five years.”

Fiddling with my phone, I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “So? What does that

have to do with me?”

“Why, you…” Her usually–composed face tightened. “So, I’m saying that you’re the

mistress here. Idris doesn’t love you. Your marriage is just a deal between the Scott and

Young families. Now that I’m back, you should hand over your position of being the Young

family’s daughter–in–law.”

I leaned back and looked at her, smiling a little. “Ah, I see.”

She frowned. Seeing my indifferent attitude, she almost broke. She looked at me and said,

“Yvette,

don’t

you understand? Idris doesn’t love you. Why do you keep holding onto this marriage,

keeping Idris and me apart?”

“Tsk!” I sat up straight and raised my chin to look at her impatiently. “So, you’re here to

persuade me to divorce Idris?”

At least she was honest. She nodded and replied, “Yes. If you divorce Idris, I’ll convince

him to give you more assets. You won’t be at a loss.”

I smiled, nodding, then leisurely picked up my phone. I had been on call this whole time. I

asked the person on the other end of the line, “Mr. Young, do you feel the same way?”

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