Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)

Chapter 61 It's Not Impossible for Me to Be the Son-In-Law!

"Yvette, I just heard from Little Sanchez that since he's returned from abroad, he's

been staying in a hotel this whole time. I've thought about it and decided to invite him to live with us. It would be convenient for me to cook for you two regularly. especially since you'll soon be showing. It's also My mother interrupted my thoughts with her suggestion.

I was stunned for a moment, glancing at Maxwell with a bit of confusion. What had he discussed with my mother that led her to make such a proposal?

Maxwell did not look at me, so I turned to my mother helplessly. "Mom, Mr. Sanchez might be used to living alone. He might not be comfortable living with us. H

"Why wouldn't he be comfortable?" my mother retorted. "Little Sanchez is like a son to your father and 1. We watched him grow up. When he was still in school, I thought about having him stay with us. Unfortu Maxwell nodded, smiling. "Yes, Mrs. Scott is right. I've always wanted to enjoy your cooking. I used to think about it all the time, and now that I'm back, I finally can." What???

How did we suddenly become one family?

Plus, what was that thing in the past they were discussing?

I was a bit baffled, turning to my mother and asking, "Mom, did you know Mr. Sanchez before this?"

She nodded while serving Maxwell some food. "Little Sanchez is a child your father and I sponsored for over twenty years. We never mentioned it to you, so it's expected that you didn't know about him."

What???

My mother and Maxwell had crossed paths before?!

No wonder when my father was in trouble and Scott Corporation was struggling, an investor as talented as Maxwell chose to stay. With this revelation, many things became clearer.

Seeing this was the case, I did not pursue the topic further. I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, it's mainly Mr. Sanchez's decision. I'm fine with whatever."

Upon hearing this, my mother responded, "Alright, then it's settled." She then turned to Maxwell to say, "Little Sanchez, pack your things. I'll have Marcus arrange for someone to help move your belongings ove Maxwell smiled and nodded in agreement.

After dinner, in the backyard.

Leaning against the railing of the pavilion, I looked at Maxwell and asked, "So, you gave up a promising future to join Scott Corporation as a way of repaying my parents' kindness?"

He raised an eyebrow, not denying my words. "Yes and no. If it wasn't for Mr. Scott, I might not have had the chance to even attend school, let alone go abroad. So naturally, I wouldn't stand by idly when he ne I nodded, not saying anything more.

I knew a bit about Maxwell's business achievements, and I had never delved into his personal life, including his upbringing. Those were his private matters, and it would be impolite to pry, so I did not ask furthe I took a deep breath and said to him, "Thank you, anyway."

He clicked his tongue, probably annoyed by my rambling, and changed the subject. "I just heard from Aunt Deb. It seems like

Chapter 61 It's Not impossible for Me to Be the Son-in-Law!

you're planning to stay with the Scotts indefinitely?"

My mother's name was Deborah, so he referred to her as Aunt Deb.

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I nodded, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted. Knowing that it was Moore and Idris' actions that had driven my father to pass away, even though my mother had not really discussed my marriage to Idris with me in detail, it seemed she had already accepted that a divorce was inevitable.

We had not explicitly mentioned this, but both of us were aware that there was no longer a chance for Idris and me.

Thinking about this, I felt a tightness in my chest. Even though I was prepared, it still hurt because I had been emotionally invested. Parting in such a manner made me feel like a joke. Perhaps sensing my downcast mood, Maxwell did not press further and instead said, "Actually, I wouldn't mind being a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family."

"Pfft!" I spit out the fruit juice my mother had just brought me, spraying it all over him.

He could not dodge in time, and his finely tailored sult got stained.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry. I really couldn't help it. I apologize," I said, putting the juice cup aside and hastily apologizing to him.

He was covered in juice, yet

his handsome face revealed a hint of helplessness as he looked at me, "Yvette, was your reaction really necessary? Mr. Scott did contact me before and instruct me to take good care of you in case he passed away. Now that your relationship with Idris has turned out this way, if you really end up alone, I'd marry you and treat you well!