Chapter 333 The True Face of Albert 2
Yvette suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. "So, all that stuff Virgil said that day, you put him up to it? All those accusations against me, they were really how you felt, weren't they?"
"Yeah," David admitted, unable to hold back his emotions anymore.
Yvette still couldn't wrap her head around it. "But even if you had me, what difference does it make?"
"Because you care about the kids," David said. "Bobo and Cici aren't mine. You could leave with them anytime. I just want a child with you, one that's ours. That way, you'll always be Jessica, always stay by my side..."
"Enough!" Yvette couldn't take it anymore. She cut him off, completely breaking down.
Her heart was racing, her body felt weak, and her hands and feet were freezing. "David, you make me feel like I don't even know you!"
With that, Yvette hung up.
Terrified by the thought of David drugging her, Yvette remembered how he had manipulated her into feeling guilty, and she had fallen right into his trap.
Every moment was clear in her mind. Thinking of David's calm demeanor, a shiver ran down Yvette's spine, making her tremble.
Realizing she didn't know David at all, Yvette understood he was nothing like the man she thought she knew.
The David she knew was gentle, patient, emotionally stable, always putting others first—a good man. That's why she had let go of her past and wanted to start over with him.
But now, she was told he wasn't that person at all.
Thinking of Virgil's desperate look, Yvette still couldn't be sure if what he said about the "assassination" was true.
Did David really treat human lives like they were nothing?
She couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to accuse him without proof.
Yvette thought for a moment, grabbed her phone, and left home.
Following the address Virgil had given her, Yvette found his temporary place.
In the narrow, dark hallway with broken voice-activated lights and a dirty, old environment that felt a bit creepy, Yvette felt a bit nervous.
Carefully going upstairs, Yvette knocked on the door. Someone cracked it open, saw it was her, and let her in. She cautiously looked around and, seeing Virgil was alone, walked in.
The room was a shabby single room, with no decent furniture.
An old light bulb overhead gave off a dim light, making the whole room so dark it was hard to see anything.
Yvette turned and saw Virgil's injuries in the dim light—his haggard face now had a swollen eye and abrasions on his cheekbones.
He was wearing long sleeves and pants, and although Yvette couldn't see his body, she could tell from his stiff movements that he was covered in injuries.
Compared to the last time they met when he was furious, Virgil now seemed much more subdued, his eyes avoiding hers, not daring to look at Yvette much.
Yvette had a bad feeling in her gut. She almost didn't need to ask how he got those injuries to know the answer.
Yvette looked at his avoiding gaze, took out a card from her bag, and handed it to Virgil.Virgil was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I want to know more, in detail," Yvette said, pursing her lips. "About this 'assassination' you mentioned."
Virgil took the card and slipped it into his pocket. "Since I took your money, I'll tell you the truth."
"Go ahead," she urged.
Virgil lowered his head. "Actually, all of this was because I wanted revenge after being fired, so I deliberately sought you out. He cares about you so much, as long as I could drive a wedge between you two, he wouldn't be happy."
Hearing this completely different story, Yvette looked at him in surprise. "You mean, the things you told me were all lies?"
Virgil nodded. "Yes. But since I took your money, I have to tell the truth."
Yvette was half-believing, half-doubting. "Then how did you get these injuries? Didn't you say David sent people to kill you?"
"He did send people to find me, but it was to intercept the company secrets I sold," Virgil said in a deep voice. "These injuries, I got them when I thought he was going to kill me and fought with his people while escaping. They were also seriously injured."
Yvette frowned. "Do you know what you're saying?"
Virgil answered, "That's the truth, believe it or not."
He pursed his lips, his eyes flickering. "Mr. Valdemar truly cares about you, he couldn't bear to force you. Back then, so many of us tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't do it and even punched me. He must have been really hurt by you to think wrongly. He can even forgive someone like me who betrayed him, he's a good person."
In the dim light, Yvette couldn't see Virgil's expression clearly or tell if he was telling the truth. His past and current statements were completely opposite. Which one should she believe?
But as long as he insisted on his current statement, no matter how much Yvette pressed him, it would be in vain.
At that moment, Yvette's phone vibrated slightly. It was a message from Bobo and Cici sent by the housekeeper, urging her to come home.
Yvette knew there was no point in wasting more time with him. She said to Virgil, "Your statements are completely contradictory, it's hard for me to believe you. I'll give you time to think it over, I'll come back to you."
As Yvette spoke and walked toward the door, she accidentally kicked a luxury brand bag by the wall that wasn't very new.
Virgil had fallen to such a state, how could he have such a bag?
Noticing the bag's zipper wasn't closed, Yvette saw it open from her kick, revealing stacks of money inside. Her eyes narrowed—such a large amount of cash!
Before Yvette could react, Virgil quickly grabbed the bag, looking nervous as he held it tightly.
Yvette's sharp gaze fell on Virgil, she didn't ask anything, but he spoke first.
Virgil stammered, "Th-this is the money I got from selling my house recently."
Seeing his appearance, Yvette understood.
"Okay." Yvette withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.
Virgil was a typical native living in Stellaria, his grandfather's generation had moved to Stellaria, three generations had lived there, he didn't have a house in the country, how could this money be from selling a house?
She had seen that luxury brand bag in David's office—he had bribed Virgil.
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