Chapter 5 We’re Husband and Wife

I stopped in my tracks, finding it hard to breathe. My fingertips dug deeply into my palms, and there was a tingling sensation in my scalp. Moore walked up to me, arms crossed and a mocking look on her face. She continued, “Even after all these years, Dad hasn’t been able to accept you because of your sordid past. Do you think Idris would still let you stay in the Young family if he knew about what happened five years ago?” Would he? I had no answer to that. After a while, I collected myself, my gaze returning to its usual focus. I looked at her coldly and said, “Moore, I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t teach you a lesson right now.” She paused, her eyes widening as she looked at me cautiously. “What... are you planning to do?” I gave her a faint smile, then my expression turned cold. I walked over to the laboratory window and picked up a cup that a man had just put down. Before Moore could react, I splashed the pale yellow liquid from the cup onto her face. It was not much, but it was enough to disgust her. “Ahh!!!” Moore could not dodge in time and got a faceful of the cup’s contents. After realizing what the liquid was, she stopped jumping around in front of me and instead ran straight to the restroom, gagging. Watching her leave lifted my spirits quite a bit. I handed the cup back to the man and said, “Sorry, you might have to do that again.” The man was still in shock, staring at the empty cup and muttering, “My pee…” Finally, I felt relieved. Taking a deep breath, I was about to leave when, upon turning around, I saw a man standing at the entrance of the hall. Wearing an expensive tailored suit and shiny black leather shoes, his expression was cold and indifferent. Even from a distance, he exuded an air of elegance. When did he get here? Pretending not to see him was not an option. He was already walking toward me. He stood before me, looking down at me with unblinking eyes. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, I said, “If you feel bad for her, you can splash me back.” The man in front of me chuckled softly, grabbed my sleeve, and looked at my hand. “Aren’t you dirty too?” Looking at my own fair hand, I looked up at him and said, “I didn’t touch it.” A frown emerged on Idris’ handsome face, clearly showing his disdain. “Go wash your hands!” I could not be bothered to engage with him. I wiped my hands with a tissue from the reception desk and said, “Moore’s in the restroom, probably gagging. I have better things to do, so I’m leaving.” However, I was pulled back after just a few steps. Seeing that he would not let me go, I frowned. My temper started to flare. “Mr. Young, if you want to get revenge for her, please hurry up. I have things to do.” He frowned slightly, his handsome face revealing a hint of helplessness. “Your father is in the hospital. We should visit him.” I was stunned for a moment. Was he planning on visiting my father with me? Outside the ward. Knowing that going inside would result in a quarrel, I let Idris go in while I sat outside, lost in my thoughts. My mother, seeing that I had returned, sat next to me. She settled in beside me and said, “Yvette, your father doesn’t have much time left. Can’t you let go of the past?” I felt a bit sad, so I lowered my head and pursed my lips in silence. Noticing my silence, my mother sighed. “All these years, he might have seemed angry at you, but he was really angry at himself for not protecting you better. You’re the child he cherished. He loves you so much. When the police brought you back all those years ago—skinny, bruised, and battered—your father cried like a child outside the ward despite being such a strong man.” I stayed silent, my heart aching. My mother took a deep breath and continued. “Yvette, your father has been strict with you all these years because he was scared—scared you’d end up like before. He worked so hard to build up Scott Corporation, just so that even when we're gone, you… and Moore could still live a good life. Can you please stop being angry at him?” She held my hand, her eyes full of helplessness and pleading. Looking at her, I was silent for a while before finally saying, “Mom, would you believe me if I said that what happened back then wasn’t my fault?” She nodded and smiled softly, “You’re my child, and I’ll believe whatever you say. But what’s done is done, so let’s move on and forget the past, okay?” I pressed my lips together, knowing that even if I told her the truth, nobody would believe me, just like before. “Fine,” I finally said, looking at my mother. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold a grudge against Dad anymore. In the remaining years of his life, I’ll do what a filial daughter should do.” Hearing this, she smiled and said, “That’s good, that’s good.” The door to the ward opened, and Idris came out. He looked as cold as ever. Seeing me and my mother sitting together and smiling, he paused briefly before standing aside. Noticing this, my mother let go of my hand and said, “Alright now. I’ll take care of your dad here, and you both can continue with your day. I’ll contact you if anything happens.” I stood up, said goodbye to my mother, and left with Idris. Once we were out of the hospital, I did not see Moore anywhere. She must have gone home, unable to bear the nausea. Although I had no clue Idris would be at the hospital today, considering the Youngs’ excellent upbringing, it was not surprising that he showed up after learning that my father was ill. “Thank you for visiting my dad.” I stopped and turned to look at him, expressing my thanks formally. He looked at me, his eyes revealing no emotion. He just looked at me calmly for a moment and then said in a cold voice, “Yvette, we’re husband and wife.”