Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 This Is Not My Responsibility to Bear 

Hearing Madam Young’s words, I took the notebook from her hands and opened it, finding hundreds of names. 

Seeing a familiar name, I could not help but be stunned for a moment. I looked at her, and said, “Maxwell Sanchez 

Madam Young nodded slightly and said after a moment, “That boy’s quite capable. When he was sent to the orphanage, I originally planned to arrange something for him through Mr. Zachary, but unexpectedly, your father stepped in first. Under your father’s care, he has grown up very well.” 

Looking at her, I hesitated for a few seconds and asked, “Was the reason you helped Scott Corporation during its difficult times partly because my father took care of Maxwell?” 

She nodded, not denying it. 

It made sense. When my father’s business was struggling and Scott Corporation faced bankruptcy, the Youngs proposed that if I married Idris, they would provide financial assistance to Scott Corporation. 

My father had always wondered why Madam Young specifically chose me, given the number of suitable matches in Lake City. Even if the Youngs had not offered financial help, he would not have opposed the marriage to the Youngs, 

Closing the yellowed notebook in my hand, I said to Madam Young, “Grandma, you’re giving this to me because… 

She nodded and explained, “I’m old, and there are many things I can no longer do. The incident back then was a sin committed by Sir Young. There’s karma in this world, and I’m not afraid of retribution coming to me, but I fear it falling upon Idris and Liam. I am giving this to in the hope that you will continue to look after these people in secret and, if possible, try to compensate them.” 

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Holding the notebook in my hand, I did not rush to respond to her. I remained silent for a while before asking, “Why not let Idris and Liam know about the past?” 

How could we even begin to compensate for the grief of over three hundred lives and families? 

Madam Young sighed. “I thought about telling them, but seeing the attitude of Idris‘ father. after he found out, your grandfather and I dismissed the idea. The guilt of hundreds of lives is something we should bear, not them. Yvette, can you understand this selfishness of mine?” 

1 pursed my lips, saying nothing. 

If Idris knew that the flourishing and unshakable Young Corporation was built upon the sacrifice of hundreds of lives by his grandfather, could he still enjoy this wealth and honor with a clear conscience? Could he still stand at the top of the Young Corporation building, directing affairs and displaying his talents? 

The answer was unknown to me, and I had no desire to probe further. 

I handed the notebook back to Madam Young and said, “Grandma, I can tell you that I’ll use my own strength to help and even take care of those survivors, but I will not take on this responsibility that you’re trying to pass onto me. It belongs to the Youngs, I will help them. 

Chapter 229 This is Not My Response 

because I want to, like my father did. I’ll do what I can out of my own volition, not as a duty for Young Corporation to atone. The responsibility you wish to pass on should not be mine to bear. I cannot carry this burden for the descendants of the Youngs.” 

I knew these words would disappoint Madam Young, but I would not take on this responsibility whether or not I was Idris‘ wife, and whether or not I would continue to have a long–term relationship with him in the future. 

One person should not be too selfish. Having enjoyed the wealth and honor provided by their family, why should they not be the ones to bear the sins committed by the family too? Even if compensation and atonement were needed, it should be done by the descendants of the Youngs themselves. 

In plain terms, I was just an outsider. 

If there truly were vengeful spirits, I was merely afraid that my actions would not change the karma that would befall the descendants of the Youngs. 

After hearing my words, Madam Young seemed somewhat dazed for a while before she reached out to take the notebook back and sighed deeply, resignedly saying, “Alright, forget about it.”