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.
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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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.”
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?”
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