Chapter 37 Fake’s Fake

“Yvette, you’re despicable!” Even through the phone, I could feel Moore’s teeth clenching. Her unhappiness was my joy. I chuckled. “I couldn’t possibly be more despicable than you. You’ve brazenly moved into the Youngs’ old manor as a mistress. How could I compete with that? Tell me, what do you want?” I had no intention of engaging in pointless banter with her. Perhaps sensing that Idris was not with me, she snorted coldly, no longer hiding her ambition, and said straightforwardly, “Yvette, for the sake of our sisterhood, I’m giving you a choice. Terminate your pregnancy and leave the Youngs. Then we can still be sisters in the future.” I almost laughed, replying to the phone, “Sisters? Moore, you must be joking. Do you think I don’t know about what happened five years ago? Do you think you’ve covered your tracks so well that no one can find out?” She seemed fearless, her voice sharp. “Find out? Yvette, what can you even find? No one believed you back then. Give up on that notion.