Chapter 101 Albert's Suspicion
Yvette's face was sincere, her eyes clear. She seemed to be telling the truth.
Victor swallowed the rest of his words.
Yvette wasn't that YO. Albert had amnesia, and whether there was another girl, no one could say for sure.
Victor was confused. Did he misunderstand? Was this necklace really Violet's?
Maybe Violet was right. Even if Albert initially approached Violet because of the necklace, their years together weren't fake.
Albert must have genuinely liked Violet, right?
Thinking this, Victor nodded. "I see, I was overthinking it."
While Albert wasn't worried, Victor had been anxious for days, even losing sleep over it.
He was really too bored. No wonder Violet got mad at him, and Albert was also a bit impatient with him.
Lost in thought, Victor was exhausted. Yvette turned the key to open the door, and through the hallway, she saw Lassie setting the table.
"You're back? Just in time for dinner."
Yvette tossed her keys on the table, still unsettled, and put on slippers, heading to her room.
"Why are you going to your room? Wash your hands for dinner, okay?"
Seeing Yvette's listless look, Lassie frowned, wiping her greasy hands on her apron. "What's with that face? Did you have a fight with Albert?"
"No," Yvette answered perfunctorily and then closed the door to her room.
Lassie called out, "Aren't you eating?"
Yvette didn't want to respond, but Lassie kept calling, "Did you hear me? I asked if you're going to eat!"
Yvette then remembered she hadn't eaten, but she had no appetite at the moment. "I ate before."
The window in the room was half-open, and the sunset light neatly covered half of the floor, casting the shadow of the lush tree outside into the room.
Yvette sat at the desk, her diary in front of her.
The yellowed diary recorded her thoughts over the years.
Everything that happened today caught her off guard. The only thing she was sure of was that all her passionate and sincere feelings were just a joke.
It was she who only remembered all the experiences from those years. Having met such an amazing man, Yvette could never love anyone else.
And he, perhaps, only felt a bit of gratitude towards that girl from back then.
Gratitude and love are not the same.
That's why he remembered the necklace but not her.
Looking at the diary in front of her, Yvette felt complicated. Her hand just touched the cover, but she quickly pulled it back as if she had been electrocuted.
She still didn't have the courage to open it.
Biting her pale lower lip, she slowly stood up and stuffed the diary back into the back of the cabinet.
Like Yvette, another person was troubled.
The room was dim. Albert half-closed his eyes, with smoke rising from his fingertips, spreading in the living room.
He brought the cigarette to his mouth, took a long drag, and the smoke ring slowly spiraled upwards.
He quietly recalled Victor's strange behavior.
Clearly, he used to dislike Yvette so much, even helping Violet embarrass Yvette many times, so why did he suddenly ask about Yvette? And specifically mention the letters "YO"?
The slight suspicion that had dissipated when he saw the letters "VS" on the necklace pendant now resurfaced in Albert's mind.
Everything felt off.
Albert frowned, thinking about the "VS" on the necklace pendant. The letters were too clear, too deep, with no wear or scratches.
But Violet had worn this necklace for years. No matter how well-maintained, there should be some signs of wear. Such small letters couldn't stay that pristine.
The more Albert thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He picked up the phone and called Victor.
The phone rang several times before Victor finally answered.
"Why are you calling me so late? What's up?"
"Why did you ask me if I knew someone with the initials YO? Is it because the engraving on the necklace isn't Violet's?"
Albert's voice was deep, but the confusion was evident.
He expected Victor to answer confidently, but after a pause, Victor's hesitant voice came through.
"Now that I think about it, I'm not so sure. I was standing a bit far from them at the time."
Albert's frown deepened. "What do you mean?"
"Maybe I heard it wrong."
Victor's voice sounded muffled, like he had lost interest in the matter.
The night was deep, and Albert didn't turn on the light. The surroundings seemed covered in a thin mist, making everything blurry and ethereal.
A wave of mild irritation surged up, seeping into Albert's heart.
Albert responded lightly and hung up the phone.
Victor's sudden change in stance made Albert even more confused. Previously, Victor was so sure he had mistaken the person and told him to check the letters on the pendant. Why the sudden change?
And from beginning to end, the letters Victor mentioned were only "YO".
Could it be that the original engraving was "YO" and it was recently changed to "VS"? That's why the engraving was so new and the letters so clear?
If the pendant had "YO" engraved on it, does that mean the necklace wasn't Violet's?
Albert's brows furrowed tightly, his jaw clenched, trying hard to recall past events.
But the more he tried to remember, the more a splitting headache overwhelmed him.
Albert's face turned pale, his palms sweating. He raised his hand to press his temples. To resist the pain, his brain reacted before he did—stop thinking.
By the time the pain gradually subsided, Albert was soaked in sweat.
He couldn't remember anything. The fragmented memories were completely replaced by Violet's face.
Albert walked into the closet, intending to grab his pajamas, but he involuntarily took the shirt Yvette had worn last time and walked towards the bathroom, panting.
A familiar fragrance reached his nose. Albert picked up the shirt and smelled it; it carried Yvette's scent.
This made him a bit dazed.
As he walked, he thought, if the necklace wasn't Violet's, how did she get it?
Who was that girl back then?
Albert paused, suddenly recalling a scene by the sink from many years ago.
A girl shyly blocked his way.
"Albert, don't you remember me? We've met before."
The blurry memory was as hazy as the current sky.
Albert tried hard to recall that fleeting, fuzzy image. That person seemed somewhat familiar.
Could it be Yvette?
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