Facade of Love

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Chapter 95 The Consequence of Being Love–Struck

As we spoke of my father, my mother’s tears began to overflow.

This plan was put in place out of complete helplessness at the time, and I knew they had

been particularly looking forward to this child.

Taking a deep breath, I said to my mother, “Mom, I know I was wrong, but I had no other

choice under those circumstances. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect that the child in Moore’s

womb wasn’t Idris‘. Madam Young probably didn’t anticipate it either, or she wouldn’t

have immediately sent you to the Youngs‘ Old Manor to take Moore away after finding

out.”

“Ahh!” my mother sighed. “What is this? I shouldn’t have adopted Moore in the first place.

Then these things wouldn’t have happened.”

I didn’t respond but asked my mother, “Mom, what did you say to Moore in the room last

night?”

With a sigh, my mother said, “I originally planned to give her some money to stop

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bothering Idris, to find a place to have her child and live her life. But she refused, saying

she loved Idris and he loved her too. Even if the child isn’t Idris‘, he would take care of her

for life. She insisted on competing with you, accusing me of favoritism. She said we raised

her without real love, always thinking of you, never of her, and that she hates us.”

Toward the end, my mother became increasingly helpless and sighed deeply. “I can admit

to that since she’s not my biological child, after all. I adopted her out of pity, fearing she’d

freeze or starve outside. Over the years, we never deprived her of food or money, but I

never thought she’d harbor such hatred toward us. She even said she would be the

ultimate winner when it came to Idris. What kind of situation is this?”

I pursed my l*ps. Moore’s feelings toward my parents were hard for me to judge. It was

inevitable to have preferences, especially since she was not my mother’s biological child.

How could my mother treat her the same?

I had no words for her resentment.

After drinking some juice, I said to my mother, “Mom, I have my own thoughts about my

situation with Idris. Don’t worry about it.”

She sighed, helplessly asking, “Then, about you not being pregnant, what are you going to

do next?”

my head, my mind in a whirl. After sipping my juice a few more time

my mother and left. Honestly, I had not figured ont

next.

After learning that Moore’s child wasn’t Idris‘, I had started to hesitate. After all, he was

the one I loved. Who would not want to grow old with the person they loved?

In the afternoon, since I told my mother I was not pregnant, she stopped worrying about

me. I went with Maxwell to the funeral home to send Sophia off for the last time.

At the funeral parlor.

Sophia’s b*dy was handled by the funeral home staff. I learned that Sophia’s family had

not come and they just asked the funeral home to cremate her and scatter her ashes

somewhere.

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“These days, people are so cold–blooded,” the funeral home staff muttered while placing

Sophia’s ashes in an urn.

I did not know Sophia well, so I could not understand why her family would treat a dead

person this way.

I volunteered to buy a burial plot for Sophia in a cemetery, allowing her to rest in peace.

Due to the urgency, Maxwell and I could only arrange for her burial at the last minute.

Looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, I bowed deeply to Sophia. At the

Southern City Psychiatric Hospital, if it was not for her warning, I might not have been able

to avoid that big black dog.

As we left the cemetery, my mood was somber.

Maxwell looked at me and said, “I inquired about Sophia’s past. Her family didn’t approve

of her marrying Benett. She eloped with Benett and got married without their consent. Her

father fell ill because of this and passed away a few years later. Her mother followed soon

after. Only her uncle was left in her hometown. When the police contacted him, he was

angry, saying they had no such person in their family, and to just scatter her ashes if she

was dead.”

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