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 a