Chapter 93 Driven Out of Scott Residence

In the courtyard, a cold wind howled, and I stood there, at a loss. After standing in the yard for a while, I finally entered the villa. All that talk, and it was back to square one because of a child. Inside the villa, Moore’s belongings were placed in the living room. She had changed her clothes, and my mother sat there with a stern face, utterly silent. When Idris returned to the villa, Moore approached him, her eyes red with tears. She did not say anything, but her look clearly showed she felt wronged. Seeing her like this, Idris frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?” His eyes briefly swept over her packed-up belongings. Tears welling in her eyes, Moore choked up and said to Idris, “Iddy, I... I don’t have a home anymore.” Idris frowned as he looked toward my mother with dark, questioning eyes. My mother did not look at him but turned her gaze to me instead. Seeing my face red from the cold, she wrapped the cloak she had prepared around me and pulled me to sit by the fireplace