Chapter 196 Hayden's Funeral
Yvette's reaction caught Lassie off guard. But after a second, a tiny smile crept into her eyes. Lassie cleared her throat. "Alright, you're exhausted. Let's head home."
Yvette's chest was still heaving, clearly rattled by Lassie's words. She shot Lassie a few more glances before wheeling her out of the hospital.
Once Lassie was settled back at home, Yvette retreated to her own room. Thinking about Albert's call made Yvette uneasy. She picked up her phone, and a news headline suddenly grabbed her attention.
Her eyes scanned the news, and her heart skipped a beat. She was terrified she had read it wrong. But reading it word by word, the info stayed the same. [Hayden Valdemar had passed away.]
Yvette took a deep breath, momentarily stunned. She instinctively called Albert back. No one answered.
Yvette lowered her gaze and reluctantly hung up the phone. She placed her phone face down on the table, unable to calm down for a long time. He had called her wanting to see her because his grandfather had passed away.
Yvette clasped her hands together, a trace of confusion in her eyes. But if she had agreed to see Albert and comfort him back then, what difference would it have made? Whenever they met now, it always ended in arguments, and she would only upset Albert more. Yvette took a deep breath and finally decided to do nothing.
At the cemetery.
At Hayden's formal funeral, everyone was dressed in black, wearing white flowers on their chests, standing solemnly in front of the grave. The tombstone had a photo of Hayden in his youth, handsome and upright, looking a lot like Albert and David.
Albert had been busy with the funeral arrangements for Hayden these past few days, unaware that his phone was off. He silently handled everything, giving the uncles an opportunity.
Someone's comment sparked dissatisfaction among the uncles, and they started arguing again.
"When Hayden was alive, how many times did you come to take care of him? And now you have the nerve to claim credit?"
"I was busy with work and couldn't come often. So what if you came more? You didn't take care of him either. I heard you only came to coax Hayden into giving you more money. Do you have any shame?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Just because I was kind to Hayden doesn't mean I was after his money."
James saw his two brothers arguing and came over to mediate, "Dad has already passed away. There's no point in arguing. He must have already decided how to arrange everything."
James glanced at David, and the uncles immediately saw through his thoughts.
"James, David has been back for a while and is deeply involved in the family business. He'll probably get a significant share of the inheritance, right? Look at you, all smug."
"So what if David is involved in the family business? The inheritance should be divided by the number of people, right? David is just one son, while each of our families has at least four or five sons."
"I don't believe Hayden would simply divide it by the number of people."
"Why not?"
"With so many mistresses and illegitimate children, of course, you want it divided by this."
"Some people want to have children but can't."
James, with Lisa in the family who was childless, was visibly hurt by this comment. He snapped back, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Can't even speak the truth?" The uncles shouted at each other, and the solemn atmosphere in front of the tombstone turned noisy and absurd.
Albert, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back. He turned around, his eyes cold as he looked at them, and strode over.
Tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a sharp black suit, Albert exuded a low pressure, his expression intimidating. The uncles, seeing him stride over, actually stopped arguing.
Albert coldly glanced at them, slowly taking off his white knitted gloves. His movements were slow, his eyes filled with anger. He took off the gloves and threw them in front of the uncles.
"Grandpa just passed away, and you're already shamelessly discussing the division of the inheritance?" Albert sneered, rubbing his wrist, "I almost forgot, you were already discussing it by his bedside before he passed away."
Mario Valdemar glanced at him, saying, "You came back for the inheritance too. You talk so high and mighty, but everyone knows your dirty thoughts."
"Exactly, you never visited your grandpa before. You resisted being one of the Valdemar family. But now that Hayden is dying, you've come back several times."
"I advise you not to waste your efforts. Hayden has passed away. Stop pretending you loved him. Hayden wouldn't leave any inheritance to someone who didn't want to return to the Valdemar family. Stop wasting your time."
The uncles mocked him mercilessly, pointing at Albert with disdainful looks. Albert raised his eyelids. "Dirty minds see dirt everywhere."
"What did you say?!" The uncles were furious, pointing at Albert's nose and stepping forward aggressively.
Albert stood his ground, ready to confront them, but a figure flashed before his eyes, blocking him and separating the uncles.
David stood between them, smiling apologetically. "Albert means no harm. Don't mind him. He's also sad about grandpa's passing. Don't blame him."
Albert coldly curled his lips, feeling nauseated by David's act of being a good brother while not daring to offend the Valdemar family.
The uncles glared at Albert, sarcastically saying, "Someone who's not even part of the Valdemar family, hanging around at Hayden's funeral. Why hasn't anyone kicked him out?"
David said, "Albert is grandpa's biological grandson. Whether he wants to return to the Valdemar family or not, the blood relationship can't be changed, right?"
The uncles were about to argue further when a black car stopped not far from the cemetery. A man in a suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying a briefcase, got out of the car. Behind him was Hayden's most trusted butler. Everyone's attention turned to the newcomers, looking puzzled.
Percy Wheeler walked up to them and politely said, "Hello, everyone. I am Mr. Hayden Valdemar's lawyer. The inheritance Mr. Valdemar arranged before his death has been notarized and is legally binding. I will now read the contents of the inheritance."
He looked around, saying, "May I ask, which one of you is Mr. Albert Valdemar?"
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