Chapter 21 Albert's Harsh Words
The room became incredibly tense in an instant, and it felt like the air pressure just dropped. Yvette and Albert had dodged the whole kids' conversation for so long, and now all those memories of losing their first child came rushing back.
Yvette's fists clenched on their own, her body going a bit stiff. After what seemed like forever, Yvette finally heard Albert's sarcastic voice break the silence. Albert sneered, "Oh, so you actually admit it."
Yvette had no clue what he was getting at and didn't dare to respond or even look up. Albert stared at Yvette, her head down, his jaw tight, and his lips pressed together.
He couldn't wrap his head around how Yvette could talk so casually, like she was shamelessly admitting she wasn't gonna divorce him and even wanted to have his kid. But when they lost their first child, she didn’t even give him a chance to say goodbye to the baby.
Albert's Adam's apple bobbed slightly; he couldn't forgive Yvette, who had teamed up with Lassie again to fake illness and scam money for Hayden's inheritance.
When Albert spoke again, his voice was as cold as ice. "But I don't want to have a child with you. I don't want the Valdemar family to have your despicable genes."
In the darkness, Yvette blinked and nodded. "Got it." She didn't argue or make a scene. After he said such hurtful things, she just turned around and lay down in the corner of the bed. It wasn't for any other reason; Yvette had known it would be the outcome all along.Weirdly enough, at that moment, Yvette found herself able to sleep. She curled up in the corner of the bed, breathing in Albert's familiar scent, and quickly fell asleep.
Albert was left there, staring at her curled-up back with red eyes. It felt like punching a pillow; Albert couldn't sleep well the entire night.
When morning came, the gentle sunlight woke Yvette. She opened her eyes to find Albert still lying beside her. After a night, the smell of alcohol on him had faded a lot.
Yvette propped herself up and glanced at him. Albert was lying on his side, curled up in discomfort, his brows furrowed, and his hand pressed against his stomach, struggling between sleep and wakefulness.
Seeing his discomfort, Yvette quickly got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. Yvette found some honey in the fridge and made Albert a cup of warm honey water to soothe his stomach.
As she gently stirred with a spoon, the sound of the spoon clinking against the glass was crisp. When Yvette turned around, she saw Cheryl walking in.
Cheryl looked Yvette up and down with a somewhat disdainful expression. Yvette then remembered she hadn't freshened up, presenting a disheveled look in front of Cheryl, thereby not making a good impression.
Yvette smiled apologetically. "Good morning, Grandma. I made Albert some honey water, and I'll freshen up right away."
Cheryl's gaze fell on her constantly stirring hand, but she said nothing and walked past her. Yvette didn't have time to say more to Cheryl and quickly took the honey water upstairs.
When Yvette opened the door, she found Albert already sitting on the sofa. He had his back to the door and was holding the room's phone.Albert's words were short and firm, "Bring up a set of clothes and a cup of honey water." As he spoke, he heard the noise at the door and instinctively looked up, locking eyes with Yvette. His gaze shifted down to the cup of honey water in Yvette's hand.
Albert's eyes lingered for a moment before he looked away and hung up the phone. Yvette walked over and handed the honey water to Albert. "Just drink this one."
"No need." Albert's voice was cold. "I've already asked the maid to bring some."
"Just drink this one; the temperature is right." Yvette extended her hand further, but Albert crossed his arms and didn't take it.
Albert gave her a disdainful look. "Yvette, if you think you can win me over with such cheap tricks, you don't have to bother."
Yvette pressed her lips together. "I'm not trying to win you over. I just saw that your stomach was uncomfortable and made you some honey water."
Seeing Albert's face still looking unpleasant, Yvette added an explanation, "Even if it were a friend, if they had a stomachache after drinking, I would make honey water to help. You don't need to be so sensitive."
Albert's face stiffened, and his expression visibly worsened. Yvette gave him a puzzled look. Seeing that he still didn't appreciate it, she placed the honey water on the coffee table in front of him. "If you don't want to drink what I made, then wait for the maid."
With that, Yvette remembered she was still disheveled and hadn't washed up, so she went to the bathroom. When Yvette came out of the bathroom, Albert was no longer in the room.
As Yvette passed by the coffee table, she deliberately looked over and found that the honey water was also gone. Albert probably had the maid take it away. Yvette pressed her lips together, feeling a twinge of disappointment.
There weren't many people at breakfast today. The Valdemar family members were either still sleeping off their hangovers or had already departed for home.
Yvette knew that the Valdemar family members always pretended to care about the elders. Since they had shown their concern in the past few days, there was no need to stay with Cheryl all the time.
The Valdemar Villa fell into sudden silence, and even James and Lisa were not with Cheryl. Yvette glanced at Cheryl instinctively. She knew the reason, and Cheryl probably did too. But Cheryl's expression was calm, showing no dissatisfaction, accepting it all.
As Yvette was eating, Albert walked out of the kitchen. He didn't give Yvette a single glance and went straight to the dining table, sitting not far from Cheryl.
Cheryl looked at him. "What's with that expression? Didn't sleep well?"
Albert said flatly, "The Valdemar family's bed isn't suitable for me."
Cheryl gave him a sidelong glance as she questioned, "I've never heard of you being picky about where you sleep."
"There are many things you haven't heard."
Cheryl said meaningfully, "I thought you would have slept well last night."
As she spoke, a maid brought Albert's breakfast. While setting the utensils and food, the maid asked, "Mr. Valdemar, the honey water is ready. You can have it after you eat something."
Albert's expression didn't change. "Got it."
Another maid, who was clearing the empty plates, looked at Albert in confusion. "Honey water? Mr. Valdemar already drank it. I even washed the cup." Albert's face immediately darkened.
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