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Chapter 20 Are You Willing to Do This for the Youngs?

Perhaps our reactions were too strange, as Moore also leaned over to see what was on the

ultrasound report. Her delicate face displayed visible signs of panic and fear, and she even

lost control of her emotions for a moment, exclaiming sharply, “Pregnant?! How could you

be pregnant?”

“Ms. Moore, watch your words,” Mr. Zachary interjected, cutting her off.

Realizing she had overreacted, Moore forced herself to regain composure and turned to

Idris with a strained smile. “Yvette being pregnant… is such great news.

She tried to express happiness, but it went against her true feelings, so her smile looked

twisted and

hideous.

Idris did not respond to her. He just looked at me and said, “I’ll take you to see Grandma.”

After that, he instructed Mr. Zachary to accompany Moore for her check–up and led me out

of the hospital.

“Iddy,” Moore’s voice came from behind us as we left the hospital building, but Idris acted

as if he had not heard her at all and ushered me into the car.

He remained silent on the way to the old manor. I was still absorbed in the ultrasound

report in my hands, unable to understand how I could be two months pregnant, especially

when the timing was so close to Moore’s pregnancy.

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In the pavilion at the old manor, Madam Young looked at Idris calmly and said, “Alright, I

understand. I’ll have a private conversation with Yvette. You go see your uncles.”

After hesitating for a moment, Idris glanced at me, nodded at Madam Young, and left.

Now it was just me and Madam Young in the pavilion. She held the ultrasound report and

looked at me with her usual gentle expression. “Are you surprised by this unexpected

child?”

“I’m not pregnant,” I did not answer Madam Young’s question and spoke with certainty. I

knew my b*dy, and although I had been confused in the car, seeing Madam Young’s calm

expression earlier. and recalling what she had asked me to do yesterday made things

clear. I was not pregnant and could not possibly be.

Madam Young looked at me, still playing with her rosary. Her wrinkled eyebrows lifted

slightly as she smiled and said, “Hmm? Not pregnant? Then what’s on this ultrasound

report?”

Seeing her reaction, I pressed my l*ps together and said, “Grandma, you should know

better than me what this is about. You had Mr. Zachary take me for a check–up for this

very reason, didn’t you?”

She suddenly broke into a smile. “So you’re saying that I, Madam Young, had someone

deliberately give you a fake pregnancy report? You and Iddy are getting divorced. I’m not

senile. Doing this wouldn’t benefit me.”

Then, she tossed some fish food into the pond below the pavilion. The goldfish in the pond

quickly swarmed over to grab some food.

I nodded and said, “Indeed, this isn’t beneficial for you, but you have no choice but to do

it. Moore is pregnant, and she’s a divorcee, so you can’t possibly let her marry into the

Young family. But she still carries the Youngs‘ offspring in her belly, so you need to make

sure that her child can legitimately become a Young. My belly provides the perfect cover.”

She sat back in her chair, looking at me with her murky yet sharp eyes, and lazily said,

“Go on.”

“You had Mr. Zachary take me to the hospital for a check–up and had the doctor give me a

fake pregnancy report. You want me to pretend to be pregnant so that when Moore’s child

is born, you can tell her that her child has died or met some other accident. Then you can

claim the child as mine,

making him or her a legitimate Young. And I, by then, having done what I needed to do,

can leave the Youngs and no longer be a daughter–in–law of the Youngs.”

Madam Young clapped her hands after hearing me out and said, “Yvette Scott, you’re truly

a smart one. It’s such a pity. If you were clean, you’d really be well–suited to being a

daughter–in–law of the Youngs.”

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I pressed my l*ps together and remained silent.

After a pause, she said, “So, are you willing to do this for the Youngs?”

Although she seemed to be asking me, the answer was pretty clear. I did not have a say in

this, especially since I had deceived the Youngs first. If I refused, Scott Corporation would

be in grave

trouble.

I nodded and said, “I’m willing, but I can’t guarantee that Idris won’t find out. After all,

Moore is only a little over two months pregnant. She still has eight months to go, and

pregnancy is complicated. Idris isn’t stupid. He’s bound to notice something.”

After all, what was fake would always be fake.

Madam Young nodded and said, “Don’t worry about that. Moore is no less cunning than

you. If she’s determined to tie Iddy down, it won’t be easy for him to find out whether the

child in your belly is real or fake, given his limited energy. Besides, I have other

arrangements.‘

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By the time Idris returned, Madam Young and I had finished talking. Madam Young said she

was tired and needed to rest, but asked us to have dinner at the old manor before leaving.

Idris agreed and watched as Madam Young left. Meanwhile, I sat in the pavilion in a daze.

Idris stood next to me, his eyes falling once more on the ultrasound report. After a

moment, he asked in a low voice, “What did Grandma say to you?”

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