Chapter 63 Mom Wants Us to Get a Divorce

If possible, my mother probably never wanted to see these two again in her lifetime. Hearing what I said, Idris pursed his lips and began to speak. “On the day of the funeral…” “Ahhh!” Suddenly, a scream echoed from upstairs. Without finishing his sentence, Idris dashed upstairs. I stood there, unable to help but smile bitterly. Idris’ reactions were extremely attuned to Moore’s needs. Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I followed upstairs. On the corridor, Moore was screaming in Idris’ arms, her voice sounding panicked, “Iddy, there’s a thief in the house!” The thief she was referring to was, of course, Maxwell, who was wearing only a towel and had most of his body exposed. Startled by her exaggerated reaction, he opened his mouth awkwardly, attempting to explain. Seeing me behind them, he came over to me, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask if you had a hairdryer. I didn’t expect other people to be in the house.” I nodded and glanced at Moo