Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Petty People Are the Biggest Pains 

I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to head back to the old manor together today. 

The ride was dead quiet. I kept expecting him to scold me and maybe warn me off Charlie, but nothing came. Not a peep. 

We got to the old manor late at night. 

Stepping out of the car, I blurted out, “Just so you know, Charlie and I are not close.” 

He stopped in his tracks, gave me an icy side–eye, and said in that low rumble, “I know.” Seriously? That was that. 

He did not say a word, just stepped out of the car and left me standing there, totally confused. I expected him to say something, anything at all. 

Nope, not a peep from him was heard. It was kind of weird for me. 

I trailed behind him, heading for the yard, but my mind was elsewhere. I did not even notice. when he came to a sudden halt, and bam! I crashed right into his back. He was built like a brick wall, and my face smashed against him. My nose stung, and I clutched it, letting out a sharp hiss of pain. 

From above, his voice rumbled, low and controlled, “Lost in thought?” 

I was still cupping my nose, my face all scrunched up, and I managed to look up at him and grumble, “What’s there to think about? I’m just following you, aren’t I? Why did you stop all of a sudden?” 

Seriously, he did not look it, but he was solid. It hurt so much that I was on the verge of tears. His eyebrows knitted together, indicating he must have seen how much pain I was in, and his voice softened a touch as he asked, “Does it hurt that bad?” 

I shot back, annoyed, “Why don’t you try getting slammed into? Why are you stopping out of nowhere?” 

He paused. Maybe my words lightened his mood a bit because he looked less frosty as he glanced over at the inner courtyard hall. 

I followed his look. 

Inside the well–lit hall, there were the Youngs, Madam Young, Mr. Zachary, and their group, plus one outsider… Jack 

What was he doing here? 

I frowned, a flicker of curiosity crossing my mind. However, I did not pry. Jack was a relative from Emily’s side, after all. Maybe he had some business to take care of. 

Thinking that, I did not press on with questions. 

Idris and I stepped into the inner courtyard hall together. 

The moment we entered, I could tell something was up. The vibe was just… wrong. 

Jack looked pale and upset, and Madam Young was clearly at a loss for what to do. As we 

walked in, Mr. Zachary rushed over, “Mr. and Mrs. Young, welcome back! Have you guys eaten yet?” Idris and I just nodded. 

Jack, hearing us, spun around. His face darkened when he saw us, and he shot up from his chair, storming over–straight at me. 

Madam Young jumped to her feet, her voice laced with worry. “Jack, take it easy. Whatever it is, let’s talk it out.” 

Jack was like a storm cloud, ignoring her and zeroing in on me, despite her plea. 

Idris stepped up just in time, planting himself between us, his gaze sharp and cold. 

Jack finally seemed to snap back to reality, glaring at Idris. “Idris, Christina was a mess last night, talking about suicide. She’s saying Yvette shoved her into the pond, hit her, and hurled insults at her. She was so out of it, she downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. If I had not found her in time, she would be dead. You’d better give me some answers.”