Chapter 74 The Child Isn't Mine

I found myself standing at the doorway, my brows involuntarily knitting together. Send someone away? Who could that be? Then it hit me. He had mentioned something about sending Moore away before. Was he really planning to go through with it? While I was deep in thought, Idris had already spotted me by the door. Upon seeing me, he ended his call, walked over, and asked, "You're up?" I nodded, looking at him. "Who are you sending to France?" "Moore," he replied. After his response, he guided me downstairs, had me sit at the dining table, and then served up a few hot dishes. Seeing this, I was taken aback. How did he know I was hungry? Of course, I did not voice this question. There was food, so I just quietly enjoyed my meal. "Yvette," he suddenly said. I looked up at him, my mouth full of food, and managed to ask, "What is it?" He looked at me, his gaze serious. "Moore's child. It's not mine." "Cough..." His words caught me off guard, causing me to choke. After a fit of cough