Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 Don’t Call Me That Anymore. 

At the harbor, after Officer Jackson took away Lucas‘ other subordinates, he came over to greet us. After a brief exchange, he turned to me and said, “Ms. Scott, I will report the details of this incident to my superiors. Thank you for your significant help. Without you, we might have let Lucas escape.” 

I shook my head, still somewhat uncertain, and asked him, “Officer Jackson, is Lucas really dead? Did you find his b*dy?” 

Officer Jackson smiled faintly and reassured me, “The explosion of the yacht was quite powerful, destroying many things. Lucas‘ b*dy was probably incinerated, and given the vastness of the sea, can’t salvage his remains. But don’t worry, he was shot in the leg, wounded in the arm by you, and injured during the fight with Mr. Young in the cabin. In such a condition, he had no chance to jump into the sea or save himself in just a few seconds, so his death is certain.” 

Relieved by his explanation, I felt much lighter. 

After a pause, remembering Alex, I asked, “Officer Jackson, was Alex caught?” 

“Yes, he was caught,” he replied, and continued, “Caleb and Bennett too. Don’t worry, we will give you a proper explanation.” 

I nodded and thanked him. 

After speaking with me, Officer Jackson turned to Idris, hesitating slightly with a hint of regret on his face, “Mr. Young, the clue from Lucas might be temporarily lost. For now, we can only hope that his subordinates can provide some useful information.” 

Idris pursed his l*ps, his handsome face showing a hint of coldness. He nodded slightly without saying much. He was never one to show his emotions, but I could see from the faint gleam in his eyes that he was disappointed. 

Disappointed? 

I wondered, puzzled. What clue was Officer Jackson talking about? Why was Idris disappointed? 

I could not help but think back to the events of five years ago. Even now, I could not understand how someone of Idris‘ status could fall into Lucas‘ hands and he blinded and tortured in a water cell. 

I never liked prying into others‘ secrets, so I had never asked. However, now, hearing Officer Jackson’s words, I could not help but speculate. Was Idris looking for something or someone on Lucas, or some unknown past event? 

Officer Jackson did not continue the conversation with Idris. He just sighed quietly and went to 

handle other matters 

Looking at Idris, I did not ask anything more. Instead, I focused on his already injured hand, now gruesomely wounded from the brutal fight with Lucas. I could not bear to look directly at it and unwittingly frowned. Eventually, I could not help but say, “If you don’t treat that wound, your hand will be ruined.” 

He glanced down at his hand and then at me, his l*ps parting slightly. “I thought you were hoping that this hand would be ruined.” 

Feeling a lump in my throat, I did not respond and turned to enter the cabin. 

His hand was wounded because of the resentment I harbored in my heart after waking up in the hospital, a resentment with nowhere to be vented. At the moment I learned of the loss of our child, 1 was filled with hatred, wishing to kill him and Moore. It was then that he was caught in the crossfire. 

Just half an hour ago, I had not felt the slightest sympathy for him, but when he jumped off the yacht and desperately rushed toward me, pushing me out of the cabin at the last moment before the yacht exploded and jumping into the sea with me, those emotions I had deeply suppressed could not be ignored. 

Perhaps it was fate. 

After so much turmoil, we were finally safe. 

I had planned to stay in Macamer for a night before leaving, but I really was not in the mood to stay any longer. Firstly, after going through so much, I was still unable to calm my emotions, and even if 1 stayed here for the night, I doubted I could sleep. 

Secondly, with Caleb and Bennett caught, the top priority was to retrieve the funds they had 

embezzled, to fill the financial void of Scott Corporation. The sooner the funds were recovered, the sooner Maxwell could breathe a sigh of relief; otherwise, letting him struggle day by day was not a 

solution 

Lake City Airport 

When the plane landed, it was already past midnight. Idris had returned with me, and we did not speak much on the way. 

Exiting the airport terminal, as I was about to hail a cab, Idris stopped me. “I’ve asked Ensio to come and pick us up. No need for a cab. 

I pursed my l*ps and said indifferently, “It’s not necessary. We’re not going the same way, so let’s not trouble Mr. Candor to run back and forth.” 

After saying that, I opened the door of a taxi to get in. 

Bang! Idris abruptly closed the car door, his handsome brows furrowed slightly. “Yvette.