Facade of Love

Chapter 308 No Way He Did It
The hint was clear Emily wanted me to pass a message to Idris.
I pressed my lips together before responding, “Emily, like you said, Idris and I are done. Whatever it is, I don’t really see why I
should be the one to reach out to him.”
Silence.
Emily was quick to disagree, shaking her head. “This is different, Yvette. This involves you. I know it’s
uncle’dden, but you’re the one who has to talk to him. Christina’s behind bars, and my
uncle’s not getting any younger. He’s close to retirement. Could you please talk to Iddy? Maybe he could cut us some slack.”
Her words made me furrow my brows in confusion. “What’s Idris got to do with any of this?” She hesitated, then let out a sigh.
“Someone’s accused my uncle of taking bribes, and the big shots are sniffing around now.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “That’s not something Idris can fix, right? If he’s clean, then the investigation won’t dig up dirt, and if
anything, it’ll prove he’s in the clear, right?”
Emily’s brow creased with worry as she let out a heavy sigh. “Yvette, I get that you’re ticked off, and my uncle totally had it
coming with the investigation–his shady dealings are to blame. But he’s been put on leave now, and for someone his age, having
kids behind bars is a massive hit. He’s on the verge of losing his job, he’s getting threats, and he can’t live in peace. Yvette, my
uncle definitely deserves some payback, but not like this. He doesn’t deserve to die. Iddy has been pushing him so hard that he’s
now in the hospital, a total mental wreck. If this keeps up, he might lose his mind!!
I was getting more and more lost by the second. “What exactly happened to him?”
She looked at me sternly. “The day after my uncle got suspended, our house burst into flames. We wouldn’t have made it out
alive if our neighbors had not spotted it. Everyone initially thought it was just a freak accident, but then we found out someone
had messed with Liam’s car brakes, Luckily, he noticed in time when he was downtown and only got a few scrapes.” My
eyebrows scrunched together. “You think Idris is behind all this?”
Emily’s complexion turned a shade paler. “Yvette, the day the whole mess with Noah went viral, it was my uncle who spilled the
beans to the press about you being at the Youngs‘. I

you nearly got trapped there. I know anyone would be angry, but he doesn’t deserve this.
heard
Her words caught me off guard, but I pressed on. “But how can you be so sure it was Idris? Are you positive your uncle hasn’t
made any other enemies and never crossed anyone else?” She bit her lip, her face clouded with annoyance at having to explain
something she clearly thought was obvious. “Christina gets thrown in jail, and someone immediately messes with her, then my
uncle gets into a mess of his own. Yvette, you can’t seriously tell me you think Idris has nothing to do with this, can you?”
The shock I felt at the Zanier family’s string of bad luck was hard to hide, but deep down, I saw no reason to believe Idris was
behind those shady deeds.
After a brief silence, I said calmly, “Emily, I won’t pretend to know Idris inside out after all
these years, but I think I know him well enough. Sure, getting Christina locked up and
snooping into your uncle’s business is classic Idris. But causing problems isn’t his style You’re just guessing You haven’t actually
caught him in the act or heard anything solid, right?
Emily’s voice wavered, “If it isn’t him, then who?”
1 frowned lightly, “You need to figure out that. Who has your uncle angered?”
Emily paused, searching my face, then asked, “You really trust Idris that much?”
I gave a small smile and shook my head. “It’s not about trust. It’s about what I’ve seen over the years.”
She went quiet, dropping the subject.
I caught sight of Charlie waiting for me a little ways off and gave Emily a reassuring smile. I’ve got to run, Emily Catch you later.”
With that, I headed over to Charlie.
As I reached the restaurant’s entrance, Llam stepped out, a takeout box in hand, his smile as warm and inviting as always.
I flashed him a smile, my thoughts drifting to Sweety, but then Emily caught up to us, and I bit back my words. Maybe Sweety
had let go of whatever was between us.