Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)

Chapter 108 His Right Hand Might Never Be the Same

Mom's face went white. "Have... have the Youngs been told? What about Madam Young?"

Maxwell shook his head, his voice low. "Idris told me not to tell anyone. He said he'd handle it. But something like this... it's not going to stay hidden for long."

He finished speaking and gave me a look, his sigh soft and full of concern." You've had your say, now you need to rest up and get better. As for having kids, there's plenty of time for that later." I did not say a word and just stayed quiet.

All I could think about was Idris's hand, covered in blood. Was it permanently damaged?

Without even realizing it, my grip on the sheets tightened, and a sharp pain throbbed in my chest.

Had I really let all my anger out?

I was not sure. All I knew was that my chest still hurt.

Maybe it was the medication, but I did not last long before sleep pulled me back under.

The next time I opened my eyes, the room was dim. Evening had settled in.

I jolted awake to find Maxwell at my bedside. He straightened up, concern etched on his face. "What's up? Are you in pain?"

I shook my head, sucked in a breath, and my eyes darted around the room.

He thought I was looking for my mom. "Aunt Deb was up all night. I sent her home to rest. Don't worry."

I nodded but kept searching.

He watched me for a second before asking, "What's wrong? What are you looking For?

My phone!" I blurted out, scanning the room, but it was nowhere in sight.

laughed softly, stood up, and walked over to the cabinet by the door. He

t, pilled out a bag, and handed me my phone.

dir and immidiately tried calling Sweety, but all I got was a dead line

nd to Maswell. "Do you know

He hesitated, probably thinking I was out for revenge. "I'm not sure where she is. You're looking for her?"

I cut him off. "And Idris? Where's he?

Maxwell paused, then said, "He's probably in the operating room getting his bandages changed. He'll be here to check on you soon.

I could not wait. I threw back the covers and swung my legs out of bed.

"Yvette, where are you off to?"

Maxwell's voice barely registered as I swung my legs off the bed and bolted from the room. Officer Jackson's name flashed across my mind, and I quickly dialed his number. "Ms. Scott," came the answer.

"Officer Jackson, it's urgent. My friend's been taken by Noah. Please, you have to help her," I blurted out.

"Taken? What do you mean?" Officer Jackson's voice was laced with surprise." How does someone just get taken?"

I did not have time for details. "She's a reporter. She must've been on Noah's trail, and he found out. Now she's in his clutches. I don't know where she is or if she's okay," I spluttered. "Stay calm. I'm on it. I'll call the station and get a team out ASAP," Officer Jackson assured me.

I exhaled a shaky thank you' and ended the call. Lost in thought, I stood in the corridor, unsure of which operating room Idris was in.

Maxwell was right behind me, slipping a coat over my shoulders, his brow creased with worry. "Yvette, what's going on?"

I spun around, urgency clear in my voice. "Where's Idris's room? Which floor?"

He eyed me, concern etching deeper into his features. "Third floor, surgical ward. But what are you thinking? Don't do anything reckless..."

I did not wait for him to finish. I took off toward the surgical ward, his unfinished warning trailing behind me. Maxwell was hot on my heels, calling out, "Yvette,

op! You've just had a miscarriage. You can't just..."

the guy and dashed to the operating room where Idris was. The dour right. Maxwell hurried after me, grabbing my arm. "He's still getting his

Whist are you planning to do?"

Staring at the closed door, I turned to Maxwell. "How long does it take to change bandages?"

He gave me a puzzled look. "He's in pretty bad shape. You're not thinking of...?"

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