Chapter 269 Yvette's Amnesia?
Violet's body started shaking like crazy on the bed, like she'd just heard the most terrifying thing ever. Her eyes went wide, filling up with tears in no time.
"Albert, you're just talking out of anger, right? You don't mean it..."
Violet tried to say more, but Albert cut her off, not wanting to hear another word. "I don't want to think about those years. I'm just glad I didn't make an even bigger mistake."
"What is it?"
"Marrying you," Albert said flatly.
"Albert, please don't talk to me like that. Do you know how much it hurts?"
Albert shot her a cold look. "You took Yvette's identity and actually believed it? I've remembered everything. That necklace means nothing to me now. What matters are the memories I had with Yvette."
Violet gasped. "You remembered?"
"Every word Yvette said that day, I remember it all." Albert's face was stone-cold, his eyes icy. "I don't have time to waste on you. When I find Yvette, I'll deal with you properly."
With that, Albert turned to leave the room.
"Wait!" Violet's voice shook as she called out. "I can tell you what we said last."
Albert stopped, his hand still on the doorknob. He turned back, eyes burning. "Speak."
"But I have a condition." Violet took a deep breath. "If you marry me and save the Swift Group, "If you marry me and rescue the Swift Group, I'll spill all the beans about our last chat, holding nothing back."
Albert's lips tightened into a thin line, a forced grin teasing his features as his eyes clouded with fury.
Seeing him stay silent, Violet got anxious. "Yvette and I planned our escape route, so I know where she went. Catching those kidnappers won't help; no one else knows we..."
Before she could finish, Albert grabbed her by the throat.
Blood rushed to her head as her throat tightened. Violet wanted to fight back but couldn't move.
She saw the murderous intent in Albert's eyes, and terror washed over her.
As she struggled to breathe, Violet could only look at him in pain.
"Let go."
Albert's lips curled into a cold smile. "Don't threaten me. Telling me the truth isn't a bargaining chip; it's your last chance."
His voice got even colder. "Because I have plenty of ways to make you talk."
Violet shook her head frantically. "I was wrong."
Only then did Albert let go, wiping his hand in disgust. "Speak."
"I don't know where she went," Violet sobbed. "We were blindfolded the whole way, couldn't see anything, let alone plan a route, I..."
"Enough!"
Albert didn't give her another chance and stormed out of the ward.
He pulled out his phone and called Vincent.
His face was emotionless, like a demon from hell, cold and ruthless. "The Swift Group is done."
Vincent replied, "Got it, Mr. Valdemar."
The weird dream felt like a giant whirlpool, constantly pulling Yvette in.
The whole place was pitch black, but she could feel the world spinning, the dizziness and suffocation pressing down on her, making her feel like she was about to drown in the darkness.
Yvette was completely disoriented, unaware of the time or her location, unsure why she was sprinting as if her very survival hung in the balance.
But her body was on autopilot, legs moving like a machine, unable to stop.
Suddenly, a chill liquid seeped into her bloodstream, and the tumultuous darkness surrounding her began to subside.
She stayed in a semi-conscious state, feeling people bustling around her, checking her body, and someone gently taking care of her.
Though she yearned to open her eyes, her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, so she relinquished the attempt.
Sometimes she felt like she had a fever, shivering as if she was surrounded by ice water, and other times she felt like she was burning up, the heat unbearable.
The worst part wasn't being unable to wake up, but the excruciating pain in her head and body that she couldn't express or escape from.
The pain made it impossible to sleep soundly, her thoughts a jumbled mess, with occasional fragmented memories popping up, but they were foggy and unclear.
She struggled with all her might, trying to grasp something.
David, who had been keeping vigil by her bed, suddenly heard a slight sound. He looked up and saw Yvette's fingers move.
He was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and frantically pressed the call button by the bed.
Dr. Alex Hall arrived quickly.
David said excitedly, "Alex, Yvette just moved."
Alex quickly examined Yvette, his expression somewhat regretful. "Sorry, David, the finger movement might just be a nerve reaction, not necessarily a sign of waking up."
David's face fell, his lips pale. "Not waking up? But she's been in a coma for over a month."
"Her injuries have healed. The baby in her womb has also fought hard to survive, indicating her body is recovering well. However, her consciousness may not have returned because she might not be mentally prepared yet."
David was extremely anxious. "Why is this happening?"
Alex patted David's shoulder. "There are many things in medicine that can't be explained. In her current condition, besides waiting, there's not much more we can do. I'm sorry."
David fell silent.
As the footsteps faded away, Yvette was puzzled. Had she really been asleep for over a month?
Was she dreaming, or were there really people around?
Who were the people talking?
At that moment, Yvette felt her hand being held by a pair of warm hands.
David's hoarse voice sounded in her ear. "Yvette, when will you wake up? You need to wake up soon so you can better protect the baby, right?"
His words carried a tinge of desperation, evoking a sudden wave of sadness within Yvette.
Summoning all her remaining strength, Yvette forced her eyes open.
This action, which had eluded her countless times before, finally bore fruit in that moment.
Everything before her went from blurry to clear.
The sunlight slanting in from the window seemed to cast a filter over the entire ward, making it look surreal and hazy.
She blinked and returned to the real world.
David, beside her, looked at everything in disbelief and exclaimed, "Yvette! You're awake?"
Yvette's gaze focused on David, who had called her name.
David's chiseled face showed a look of surprise, with dark stubble and bloodshot eyes, making him look a bit weary.
Yvette licked her dry, cracked lips and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
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