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Chapter 52 Moore is not a Scott

After bidding Officer Jackson farewell, I exited the police station. Idris kept his gaze on me,

silent.

I expected him to ask something, but he remained quiet.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Thank you for today.” If it hadn’t been for his reminder to

involve the police, my hatred for Alex would have driven me to act rashly. Given my

limited abilities, I might have ended up reliving the events of five years ago. This time, I

might not be as lucky as to get to return home.

He did not respond, just looked at me and asked, “Yvette, how did you manage to escape

five years ago?”

I was taken aback and met his probing gaze. For a moment, I almost spilled everything,

but Madam Young’s words echoed in my mind, steadying my emotions. “The police

rescued me,” I said. “You heard Officer Jackson. They went through hell and high water to

find me.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying me. “Is that so? Then what did you mean by what

you said to Moore in the side yard?”

I remembered. That day at the old house, I called Moore an imposter. I was bitter then,

and I had deliberately provoked Moore and sowed seeds of doubt in Idris.

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I shrugged nonchalantly. “What could it mean? It was just me talking nonsense. Besides, if

you feel suspicious, why don’t you investigate how long Moore was at the border five

years ago?”

His brows knitted together, his face darkened. “I trust her. There’s no need for these

pointless actions. Since you’re spouting nonsense, you’d better watch your mouth from

now on.”

With that, be turned and walked away.

As I watched his retreating figure, I felt a sense of bewilderment. That was weird.

Idris did have feelings for me, but they paled in comparison to his feelings for Moore. If it

ever came down to a conflict between Moore and me, I knew without a doubt that he

would choose her.

Even if one day he found out that I was the one who suffered with him in the water prison

five years ago and the one who fled with him, he would not easily let go of Moore. After all,

they had once loved each other deeply.

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Pushing down the sadness welling up in my chest, I took a deep breath and made a silent

decision. I needed to speed up divorce process.

When I returned to the Scott residence, my mother was sitting in the hall, lost in thought.

Ever since my father passed, she had been like this. Hearing me coming in, she turned to

look.

Her gaze was somewhat vacant. “Yvette, is Idris alright?”

I shook my head, reassuring her. “He’s fine. Just a minor scrape, nothing serious. He’s

already been discharged from the hospital Don’t worry.”

Hearing this, she nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at her, I hesitated for a few seconds, then finally asked, “Mom, why did you lash

out at my sister at the cemetery?” The situation had been too chaotic then, and I did not

have time to ask her what she meant by what she said. Now, it was just the two of us, so I

felt it was time to ask.

She seemed taken aback, her gaze flickering uncertainly as if she did not know how to

respond.

I had only asked out of curiosity, but her reaction made me more suspicious. I asked

again, “Mom, are you keeping something from me?”

Mother’s l*ps tightened, her gaze dropping to the floor as she fell into a long silence.

Finally, she guided me to the couch, taking a shallow breath before speaking. “Yvette,

she’s not your sister.”

I blinked, momentarily stunned, struggling to grasp my mother’s words. “Mom, what do

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My mother gently patted my hand, letting out a sigh. “Moore isn’t your father’s and my

child. Twenty–five years ago, while your father and I were on a business trip, we found

Moore lying by the roadside. It was a year of heavy snowfall in the south, and she was

half–buried in the snow. If it weren’t for my keen eyes, she might have frozen to death.

Seeing a child of four or five years old lying in the snow like that… It was heartbreaking.

We rushed her to the hospital.”

Mother paused, her tone shifting. “We later discovered she had smallpox. Her parents had

abandoned her by the roadside, left to survive on her own. In those times, life was cheap,

especially for girls. When her parents learned that her treatment would cost money, they

discarded her. Seeing her in such a pitiful state, I pleaded with your father to pay for her

treatment. We initially planned to help her find her parents, but we learned that her father

had been arrested for a crime, and her mother had fled with her brother. No one knew

where they’d gone. She was a pitiful little girl. Your father suggested we send her to an

orphanage, but she clung to my hand, refusing to let go. My heart softened, and I brought

her home.”

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