Chapter 212 The Agreement Yvette Signed Had Issues
Albert's voice was icy, dripping with contempt, and he didn't even bother to look at Yvette.
Yvette felt a lump in her throat under his stare and could only look down. "I'm not after your inheritance," Yvette tried to explain.
"You're not after the inheritance; you're just using it to dodge a divorce," Albert shot back. He glanced at Yvette, his eyes as cold and distant as ever. "Do you really think this will work?"
"Yes," Yvette said bluntly. "I said I wouldn't divorce, and you stopped bringing it up. Seems pretty effective to me."
Albert's eyes darkened, his gaze becoming more intense and controlled. His jaw tightened a bit, and in a deep, firm voice, he said, "Whether we divorce or not doesn't matter to me. If you want to stay in the Valdemar Villa, then stay."
Yvette lowered her eyes and replied, "Okay."
Albert felt like he was hitting a brick wall. He clenched his fists and said, "How much did James offer for you to move back in? What's your mother's life worth?"
Yvette was stunned, her eyes wide with shock. Even if Lassie's ALS was a sham, Albert's scornful tone made her feel like Lassie's life was worthless. She blinked, and the shock in her eyes vanished in an instant.
When Lassie had that critical accident, Albert was always indifferent. He hated her family so much that he wouldn't care about Lassie's life.
Yvette bit her lip, ready to snap back, when David came down the stairs. David said, "Albert, Dad wants to see you upstairs."
Yvette's words, "I'll return the money," caught in her throat, forcing her to swallow them back down.
Albert gave Yvette a cold, emotionless look before heading upstairs. Yvette instinctively watched him go, not noticing David's curious gaze on her.
"Yvette, are you getting used to living with the Valdemar family?" David asked, his tone probing.
Yvette snapped back to reality and forced a smile, feeling a bit awkward. "There's nothing to get used to."
David asked, "Last time you called me to meet, was there something you wanted to talk about?"
Yvette paused. The last time she called David, she wanted to ask for his help with Lassie. So she shook her head and said, "Nothing. Sorry, David, I'm a bit tired and want to rest."
"Alright." David smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You can go to your room."
Taking advantage of James and Albert being busy, Yvette went back to the room the Valdemar family had set up for her.
Looking at the unfamiliar room, spacious and tidy, she still found it hard to get used to. Despite the challenges ahead, she believed that leaving this stifling environment would eventually lead to better things.
Yvette took a deep breath and started packing her stuff. When she finished packing and stepped out of the room again, the living room was quiet.
Seeing Yvette come out and look downstairs, a servant said with a fake smile, "They have left. If you need anything, it's better to contact them directly by phone."
Yvette frowned a bit at the servant's tone and asked, "Is Mr. James Valdemar still in the study?"
"Yes," the servant replied.
Yvette headed straight to James's study door and knocked lightly. "Dad."
"Come in," James's voice called from inside.
Yvette pushed the door open and stood in front of James's desk. She looked down at him and placed the bank card on the desk between them.
James looked up at her, surprised. "What do you mean?"
"I've changed my mind. I don't want this money," Yvette said softly but firmly. "I'm giving the card back. I haven't used any of it."
James's surprise deepened. "You don't want it? What about your mom? Are you giving up on her life?"
Yvette's jaw tightened, and she pressed her lips together, staying silent.
"Did Albert do something to you just now?" James frowned. "Are you giving up on your mom's life just to avoid Albert? I never thought you were this kind of person."
Yvette exhaled slowly, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "This has nothing to do with you. I'm returning the money, and I'll move out here later."
She turned to leave, but James's stern voice stopped her. "Wait," James said coldly. "Who said you could move out? Yvette, there are consequences for breaking your promise."
Yvette frowned and turned back to James. "I'm just following your instructions. You said if I changed my mind, wanted a divorce, and didn't want to have kids with Albert, I should return all the money you gave me. You can check the card."
"You want a divorce?" James's expression grew colder, his face darkening.
If Yvette filed for divorce, half of Albert's post-marriage income and Hayden's inheritance would go to her. Even if it was amicable, if Yvette didn't agree to Albert's terms, it would still end up in court.
Yvette claiming half of Albert's inheritance would mean the Valdemar Group would have to give up a substantial portion of its shares to her, which would be far more than what they had to give Sarah back then.
James's sharp, cold gaze swept over Yvette's face, almost as a warning. Yvette realized this too, her heart skipping a beat. She said, "Whether we divorce or not is up to Albert. If he doesn't want a divorce, I won't push it. My only request is to leave the Valdemar family and not have kids with Albert."
James stared at Yvette, his gaze deep and dark. After a few seconds, James suddenly let out a cold laugh. He leaned back slightly and took a document from a nearby drawer.
Yvette looked closely and saw it was the agreement they had signed last time. In an instant, a sense of foreboding flashed through Yvette's mind, and she furrowed her brows.
James threw the document in front of her, saying casually, "You should take a good look at the breach of contract terms."
"What do you mean?" Yvette asked defensively.
"There's an additional clause at the front." James raised an eyebrow. "If you insist on leaving the Valdemar family and it's your own decision not to have kids, you won't get any of the inheritance. Your shares will then belong to me."
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