Chapter 220 Yvette and Cheryl's Outing

Yvette shot Albert a surprised look, and Albert's face flashed with annoyance.

Albert waved his hand dismissively, "No need, once your honey water gets here, my hangover will clear up on its own."

"Sorry, Mr. Valdemar," the servant mumbled awkwardly.

Yvette lowered her eyes. Even though he was just impatient for the honey water, he still drank it.

Cheryl's eyes darted between them. She gave Albert a knowing look but kept quiet.

As everyone was having breakfast, David strolled out of his room. He walked over to the table, smiling warmly, and asked the servant to bring him some breakfast.

Cheryl beamed, "David, how are you feeling?"

"Not too bad," David replied with a smile. "Still a bit hungover, but I'll survive."

Cheryl turned to the servant, "Bring over the honey water you made for Albert. It should still be warm, right? Since Albert's already had some, David can have the rest."

"Certainly, ma'am."

The servant quickly brought the honey water and set it in front of David.

David looked a bit uncomfortable, reluctant to drink the honey water meant for Albert. "Wasn't this for Albert? Albert, aren't you drinking it?"

Albert lazily lifted his eyelids, "I've already had some."

Cheryl added, "Albert has a wife to take care of him. David, if you're jealous, you should hurry up and find someone to marry."

David was taken aback, his eyes instantly falling on Yvette. Then he realized Albert hadn't needed the housekeeper's honey water because Yvette had already made some for him.

David's eyes darkened, and his throat tightened slightly. He tried to sound casual, "Albert, why are you here so early? I saw you drank quite a bit last night too."

Cheryl didn't react, but Albert knew what David was really asking.

Albert, expressionless, said deliberately, "I didn't leave last night."

David's breath hitched, and he turned to look at Yvette, who was eating breakfast with her head down, her cheeks slightly flushed, the color spreading to her ears.

It seemed Albert had stayed overnight at the Valdemar family, in Yvette's room.

David's chest tightened, but he still smiled and said, "Staying home for a night would make Grandma happy."

"Who said that?" Cheryl sneered. "His grandfather couldn't be bothered with him before, and neither can I. He can do whatever he wants."

Albert smirked sarcastically, "When I return to the Valdemar estate, it seems to create more displeasure than happiness."

With that, Albert gave David a pointed look.

David's expression stiffened, and he quickly changed the subject. "Grandma, would you like to visit the garden of the house where you and Grandpa used to live this afternoon? It's been well-maintained, and the flowers are in full bloom. If you want to go, I'm free this afternoon and can take you."

"Sure," Cheryl's eyes lit up, pleased with David's suggestion. "It's been a while since my last visit."

After saying this, Cheryl's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia. "These past two years, your grandfather's health hasn't been good, so he had to stay in a nursing home. I was managing business overseas and… I didn't even get to see him at the end. Not that my being there would have changed anything."

The guilt of not being with Hayden during his last months weighed heavily on her. She'd been overseas, managing the family business, and she regretted her absence deeply. She'd always felt she'd made the wrong choice.

David said, "Grandma, don't think like that. You were always there for him in spirit."

"What do you have to regret?" Albert said without looking up. "Hayden was so stubborn, pretending he was stronger than he was, refusing to let you come back, afraid that if you did, he'd… let go."

Yvette was startled and looked at Albert in surprise, fearing that Cheryl would be angry.

But Cheryl just smiled through her tears, "You really are just like your grandpa. Even down to the way you talk. He told me not to come back until he was truly dying. Otherwise, it would look like I was waiting for him to die."

"Hayden did it to himself. Thinking of you, even at the end… that was his final act of stubbornness.," Albert said in a deep voice.

"Yes," Cheryl lowered her eyes, wiping away the tears that were about to fall.

Yvette looked at Cheryl, slightly moved, her eyes and brows tinged with a thin layer of red.

After the lunch break, the servant packed Cheryl's travel essentials, carrying a large bag of items, and helped Cheryl into the car.

David sat in the driver's seat and looked back at Cheryl, "Grandma, isn't Yvette coming with you?"

"She's coming too," Cheryl pointed out the window. "Isn't she here?"

David turned around and saw Yvette walking out.

Yvette walked straight to the car, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Cheryl said discontentedly, "Why are you so slow? I have long advised you to set out."

Yvette, panting, turned around and opened her palm to Cheryl, "Grandma, you forgot your medicine. If we come back late..."

Before Yvette could finish, Cheryl glared at the servant beside her, saying, "Can't you even handle this?"

The servant was shocked and quickly took over, "Sorry, I thought you said we'd be back by dinner, so I forgot."

"If we come back by dinner, then it's fine," Yvette said quickly, seeing the servant's distressed expression. "I just wanted to be sure."

David added, "Grandma, Yvette is a doctor, so she might be more concerned about these things."

Cheryl said casually, "Alright, then let's go."

The car glided smoothly away from the estate. David drove as he did everything—carefully and steadily.

The Valdemar family's house wasn't far from the Valdemar family home. After about half an hour, the car stopped steadily in front of the Valdemar family's house.

This season was the time for various flowers to bloom, and there was full of large, blooming flowers of various colors, brimming with vitality in the back garden.

Yvette hadn't been close to nature for a long time. The continuous pressure had made it hard for her to breathe, and she couldn't even notice the natural beauty in life.

At this moment, Yvette suddenly felt grateful that she had come with Cheryl.

Cheryl, walking ahead, suddenly turned back, saying, "Yvette, call Albert and ask him to come over."

Yvette nodded and was about to take out her phone when David spoke up.

"Albert never likes coming back here."

Before he could finish, Cheryl impatiently interrupted, "He just doesn't want to come back to that place."
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