Chapter 323 The Divorce Decree Wasn't Obtained
"Or what?" Yvette shot back, her eyes blazing with anger. "Isn't this just like you? You'll do anything to get what you want. And if you don't want something, you find a way to dump it on someone else."
Albert knew Yvette despised him and didn't trust him anymore, but he didn't think she saw him as such a lowlife.
He was trying to make things right, but all she saw was David's efforts, completely ignoring his.
Albert clenched his fists, trying to keep his cool.
"I didn't hit him; it was an accident," Albert said, his voice tight.
His fists clenched even harder. "His car went out of control and crashed into mine."
"Really?" Yvette sneered, glaring at him. "Then why is he in the operating room fighting for his life while you're standing here in front of me?"
Albert's eyes widened. What was she saying? The accident involved both him and David, yet she wished he had been the one hurt. He hadn't realized just how deep her hatred ran.
He knew what she meant, but he couldn't give up.
"Yvette, do you wish it was me lying in the operating room?" Albert asked, his heart aching.
Yvette was about to respond when the emergency room door swung open, cutting her off.
The doctor stepped out, and Yvette rushed over, not even noticing that Albert was also injured and wincing in pain.
Albert's eyes filled with self-mockery. Why would she care if he was hurt?
"Doctor, how is David?" Yvette asked anxiously.
The doctor, aware of the patient's importance, spoke seriously. "We managed to stabilize him, but his internal injuries are severe. He needs to be transferred to the ICU for close monitoring."
Yvette, being a surgeon, understood the gravity of the situation.
She tried to steady herself. "Thank you, doctor."
She reassured herself that the ICU was just for better care. David would be fine; good things happened to good people.
Seeing she had calmed down, the doctor continued, "He lost a lot of blood and needs constant monitoring. If his condition improves, great; if not, he might need another surgery."
Another surgery? Yvette finally grasped how serious David's condition was.
Feeling guilty, her legs went weak. If it weren't for her, David wouldn't have had the accident. She had planned to tell Cheryl it was minor, but now she faced the harsh reality that David's condition was severe, and it was uncertain when he would wake up.
If he woke up late and Cheryl asked, how would she respond?
Yvette was at a loss. She turned to Manuel and asked softly, "Does Grandma know yet?"
Manuel looked serious. "No, I didn't want to make that call on my own."
Yvette's eyes wavered. "David's condition is complicated. If we don't inform Grandma...""Don't tell Grandma," Albert cut in, frowning. He stepped in front of her, looking down. "Do you want another person needing resuscitation?"
His words were harsh but made sense.
Yvette took a deep breath, realizing it wasn't the right time. Cheryl coming would only scare her without changing anything. If something happened to Cheryl because of this, Yvette would never forgive herself. She decided to keep it from her for now, feeling a sense of resolve.
She looked up at Albert, swallowed her words, and glared at him with hatred.
Soon, David was moved to the ICU.
Yvette didn't leave, and neither did Albert.
His wound was hastily bandaged and still bleeding, but he didn't care and forced himself to stay.
Standing anxiously at the door, Yvette hoped to see David and check on his condition. Every time someone went in or out, she stood on tiptoe to look inside.
A busy nurse finally got fed up and stopped to look at Yvette. "Ma'am, could you please leave? You're disturbing our work."
"Sorry," Yvette apologized softly. "I won't disturb you. I'm really sorry."
The nurse glared at her and left, but Yvette, despite apologizing, was still worried and unwilling to leave.
Clenching his fists, Albert stood at the end of the hallway, watching Yvette's worried expression. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emptiness in his chest.
The ICU in the hospital was always brightly lit, with no distinction between day and night.
Yvette sat by the door, keeping watch all night. Manuel had tried to persuade her to go home and rest, but she stubbornly stayed.
In the end, it was Albert who stayed with Yvette at the door.
It wasn't until the attending physician came to check on David and said his condition was relatively stable that Yvette finally relaxed a bit.
Yvette leaned back in the chair, exhausted, praying that David would soon be transferred to a regular ward and wake up.
Morning came, and as Yvette got up to stretch, a figure blocked her view. She looked up and met Albert's eyes.
Albert handed her breakfast. "Have some breakfast."
Yvette was still mad at him. She turned her head, her expression resistant. "No, thanks."
Albert stood in front of her, only seeing her profile, his face growing darker. He had stayed up all night with her, yet she still looked at him with such hatred.
Albert couldn't help but speak, "If you don't take care of yourself, you'll collapse before he wakes up. Do you care about him that much? Enough to neglect yourself?"
Yvette looked up at him, her gaze cold, her tone indifferent. "He's my husband, the father of my two children. Of course, I'm worried about him."
Albert's brows furrowed slightly. "Yvette, don't think saying these things will provoke me."
Yvette asked, "Can you not say these things in a hospital?"
Albert frowned, speaking seriously, "You should remember that we haven't finalized our divorce yet. So, you are still my wife."
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