Chapter 176 Thank You, David
Yvette stared at David, trying to wrap her head around what he just said.
Willard was David and Albert's uncle, but because of their mom, he might have a grudge against the Valdemar family.
And if Albert, who was on their mom's side, asked, Willard would definitely agree. But Albert turned her down.
Yvette's gaze dropped, disappointment washing over her.
She said, "There's nothing I can do. He already told me to cut ties with the Valdemar family, let alone use his mom's connections. We're getting divorced, so it's fair he won't help me. I can't blame him."
David frowned a bit, looking at Yvette with some pity. "I'll try to figure something out. Don't stress too much. Your mom will be okay."
Yvette nodded. "Okay, thanks."
David took his phone into the guest room and dialed a number he hadn't used in ages.
Willard picked up quickly, but there was just silence.
David swallowed. "Uncle, how have you been?"
Willard snorted, sounding nothing like the cheerful guy he was with Albert, "I'm fine, no need for your concern. I told you not to call me unless it's important. I don't want your calls."
David looked down, thinking, 'Uncle says he doesn't want my calls, but he always picks up during holidays and regular days when I check in. His words are harsh, but at least he answers.'
David chose his words carefully, "Uncle, I'm calling because I need your help. A friend's mom needs surgery after an accident, but..."
Willard cut him off, "Is it Albert's wife's mom?"
David frowned, surprised. "You know?"
"Yeah, Albert already called me about it." Willard asked, "Is his wife your friend?"
David didn't expect Albert to have already called Willard. After a moment, he shook off his surprise and responded, "Since Albert already told you, you must have agreed?"
"Of course, Albert is Sarah's biological son."
Willard's words were dripping with sarcasm, making it clear he didn't acknowledge any connection with the Martinez family. David felt a pang but had to accept it.
David pressed his lips together. "Then I'll thank you on behalf of Yvette, Uncle."
"No need," Willard's tone was still cold, "I'm helping Albert; it has nothing to do with you."
Before David could say anything, Willard hung up.
David looked at the dark phone screen, sadness in his eyes. He took a deep breath and then put on his usual gentle expression.
David walked out of the guest room, and Yvette was already waiting anxiously outside.
Seeing David come out, Yvette rushed over. "How did it go? Did you reach Dr. Martinez?"
"I did," David said, gently touching Yvette's hair to comfort her, "Don't worry, he agreed to do the surgery for your mom. Someone will contact you soon to arrange the transfer for the surgery."
Yvette's face lit up with joy. "Really?"
She looked at David, her once lifeless eyes now sparkling. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "Thank you! David, thank you so much!"
David was caught off guard by the hug. He instinctively opened his arms, half-bending to let Yvette hold him.
He opened his mouth but decided not to mention Albert arranged it.
Albert was lounging on the sofa, playing with his phone. When it rang, he answered immediately.
Willard said, "The hospital has made room. Give me her contact info, and I'll handle the transfer."
Albert finally felt relieved, exhaling. "Okay, thanks."
Albert stood up, straightened his clothes, and planned to go out to help Yvette transfer Lassie.
Willard asked, "Albert, does your wife know David too?"
Albert paused. "Why do you ask?"
"David just called me about the same thing." Willard stopped there, not saying more.
Albert frowned, his jaw tightening. 'Yvette went to find David?' he thought.
Albert's demeanor instantly grew somber, his gaze turning icy. "I understand."
After the initial excitement, Yvette realized her actions were a bit inappropriate. She quickly let go, stepped back, and looked at David apologetically. "Sorry, I got too excited."
David smiled, looking at Yvette's slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes, momentarily lost in thought.
Shaking his head, David said, "It's okay, I'm happy to help."
Yvette awkwardly smoothed her hair. "I'll go back to the hospital to wait for news. Once my mom's situation is resolved, I'll treat you to a big meal!"
"Okay," David agreed with a smile. "I'll look forward to it. Come on, I'll take you back to the hospital."
As they reached the elevator, the doors opened with a chime, and two drunk people stumbled out.
David immediately shielded Yvette, but it was too late.
The drunks' cups tipped over, spilling their drinks all over them.
David and Yvette were caught off guard, drenched in alcohol.
David was displeased, grumbling, "You guys!"
One of the drunks glanced at him. "Watch where you're going! Don't you know the rule of letting people out before getting in?"
With that, they nonchalantly walked away. David wanted to chase after them, but Yvette stopped him.
Yvette patted the wine stains on her clothes and said helplessly, "Don't waste time on them. We can change our clothes. I still need to handle my mom's transfer. Don't get into a conflict with them."
David frowned, glancing at the two drunks' backs. "I'll take you back to your room to change."
Yvette went to change clothes, and David looked down at his stained shirt, a trace of irritation in his eyes.
He unbuttoned his shirt, preparing to change, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
David frowned, rebuttoning his shirt as he opened the door.
Seeing the face identical to his, David paused. "Why are you here?"
Standing at the door, Albert's face was livid. "Where's Yvette?"
