Chapter 142 Please Leave My House
Victor couldn't hold back anymore. He widened his eyes and said, "What do you mean the child is gone?"
Albert looked down, emotions swirling, and finally said, "I didn't protect her."
Neglecting Yvette was Albert's biggest regret.
Victor took a while to process this. He cleared his throat and said, "Losing the kid isn't a reason to split up. If you had one before, you can have another. Focus on winning her back!"
"Win her back?" Albert's face was still tense. "But what happens after that?"
Victor was getting frustrated. "Win her back and treat her right!"
"But maybe we're just not right for each other," Albert said, looking lost. "I seem to only cause her pain."
He and Yvette never got along—no romance, no love, not even decent communication.
But David, who was naturally kind, always treated Yvette well.
Seeing Yvette rely on David, even ignoring Albert, made him feel disappointed. But deep down, he felt guilt and self-blame.
He often got angry at Yvette and hurt her without thinking.
Albert thought, 'Our mutual torment is making us both miserable; it needs to stop.'
Albert forced a bitter smile. "Maybe she doesn't need me."
'She needs someone like David,' he added silently.
Victor saw all of Albert's expressions and asked directly, "Do you like Yvette or not?"
Albert was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "I like her."
"Then fix your mistakes! Be the person she needs," Victor said, raising his voice. "You like her, so don't let her go!"
Albert was stunned and looked at Victor again.
Albert's lips moved slightly. "Really?"
The moonlight mixed with the dim streetlights, casting a glow on their shoulders.
Meanwhile, Yvette had calmed down and was walking quietly beside David.
David glanced at her occasionally but just walked with her.
They reached Yvette's apartment building. Yvette turned to him and smiled, "Thanks for today, I feel much better."
"That's good," David said, blinking. "You've been holding it in for days. I'm relieved now."
Yvette nodded. "Thank you."
She waved at David. "You can stop here, I'll go up alone."
"Okay," David said, pursing his lips. "He saw it."
Yvette was surprised he mentioned it.
Thinking back to the afternoon, she was still a bit dazed.
It wasn't until Albert left that Yvette let go of David. She thought, 'It's good Albert saw it.'
"I know," Yvette said, taking a deep breath. "It's okay, we're getting divorced anyway. You should go home, I'll go up."
David didn't say anything more, just watched Yvette walk away with concern.
Yvette dragged herself upstairs. As soon as she opened the door, Lassie greeted her excitedly.
"Yvette, you're back! Come in quickly."
Yvette frowned, sensing something was off.
Sure enough, Albert was getting up from the couch.
Yvette froze.
Albert walked over, looking down at her. "Why are you just getting back?"
Yvette stared at him blankly. "Did you need something?"
Albert's eyes were slightly red, his whole demeanor uneasy. "I came to see you."
"It's not necessary." Yvette put down her keys and bent to change her shoes. "It's late. If there's nothing else, you should go."
"Yvette..." Albert's voice was hoarse.
"I'm very tired." Yvette cut him off, looking him in the eye. "Please leave."
This time, she was direct.
A trace of hurt flashed in Albert's eyes. Before he could respond, Lassie intervened.
"Don't talk to Albert like that." Lassie grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. "Yvette's been in a bad mood lately, please understand."
"Mom!" Yvette was annoyed. "I said I want him out."
Lassie glared at her. "It's late, you want him to leave? Albert, you can stay here tonight. The pajamas I gave you last time are clean and ready."
With that, Lassie went to find the pajamas.
Albert stood still, looking at Yvette.
He opened his mouth, "I'm sorry."
Yvette was ready for him to mock her or blame her for the abortion, but his first words were an apology.
Yvette looked at him, stunned. "What did you say?"
"I'm sorry," Albert repeated, his voice filled with guilt. "I misunderstood you."
His deep, remorseful voice reached Yvette.
She was shocked, standing still for a moment before snapping out of it.
Albert's sudden concern and apology were awkward and uneasy. If this had happened before, Yvette might have hugged him, showing she didn't mind. But now, she couldn't ignore it.
His wrongful accusations had nearly crushed her. She was so angry she said the opposite of what she meant without explaining, and he believed she was that kind of person.
Even after more than two years together, he still thought she would do anything for money.
Yvette thought, 'Well, our marriage did start because of money and a child.'
Yvette shook her head, trying to resist the soft spot in her heart. "An apology can't change anything. Albert, don't stay in this marriage out of guilt. The child is gone. After we divorce, you can live your own life."
Albert wanted to explain, but Yvette took a step back, impatient.
Her expression was resistant, unwilling to hear another word. "Please leave my home, okay?"
