Chapter 375 I Want to Take Care of You
At the entrance of the ward, Yvette raised her hand to push the door open but hesitated.
She withdrew her hand and just stood at the door, feeling like she might cry.
When Yvette sent that text message to Vincent, she didn't have much hope. Unexpectedly, she quickly received Albert's current hospital address and, without hesitation, went straight there.
Raising her hand to knock, Yvette was startled when the door suddenly opened from the inside. Instinctively stepping back, she saw Vincent walk out.
Vincent was holding a thick stack of documents, looking exhausted with dark circles under his eyes.
The moment he saw Yvette, Vincent's eyes lit up with a relieved and joyful expression. "Mrs. Valdemar! You're here!"
Hearing the title "Mrs. Valdemar," Yvette's eyes instantly reddened. "How is he?"
Yvette's voice was slightly hoarse, afraid that the moment she walked into the room, she would see a very disheveled Albert.
How could such a proud Albert be willing to let her see him in a state of despair and dejection?
Vincent's face stiffened slightly. "Mr. Valdemar is recovering well, and his spirits are good. It's just..."
Vincent almost gritted his teeth as he said this, but Yvette didn't notice.
The word "just" made Yvette worry again.
Yvette looked at Vincent nervously. "What is it? Did something happen?"
Vincent lowered his eyes, the shrewdness in his eyes hidden behind his glasses.
He coughed lightly and said ambiguously, "You should go in and see for yourself. He's the only one in the room right now."
Seeing Vincent's sad expression, countless possibilities flashed through Yvette's mind, and despair surged up. But she had to suppress it, afraid that her emotions would affect Albert.
She carefully pushed the door open and her gaze fell on Albert lying in the hospital bed, surprising her.
Albert was not as dejected as she had imagined, nor did he look the least bit like a patient. His aura was extremely cold as he reviewed documents on the table.
It was as if this wasn't a hospital bed but the desk in the president's office of the Valdemar Group.
Albert, whose thoughts were interrupted, looked up with extreme displeasure, his gaze as cold as ice falling on Yvette's face.
The next second, he was stunned.
Albert couldn't believe his eyes. Yvette, who hadn't visited him for half a month, was now standing in front of him?
Having asked Cheryl to give her the address, he was puzzled when she never came. He had even instructed Vincent to bring her to the hospital if she asked.
But for two whole weeks, she not only didn't show up but didn't even send him a message!
He thought she had already taken the child and fled Luken.
Albert's jaw muscles tightened slightly, suppressing the surprise in his eyes, replaced by a cold expression.
"What are you doing here?" Albert's voice was icy, like the cold of deep winter.
Yvette's eyes were red, her throat felt blocked as if by a stone, and she couldn't speak.
Cheryl was right; without her, he wouldn't be affected at all.
Yvette's emotions were complicated. Seeing him still reviewing documents, she should be happy that his mindset was good, but she also felt an indescribable sense of loss.
Yvette lowered her head, not answering his question.
At this moment, Vincent walked in behind her. "Mr. Valdemar, Mrs. Valdemar sent me a message saying she wanted to see you, but since you were working at the time, I didn't pick her up personally. But fearing she might be anxious, I gave her the address, and she came so quickly."
Vincent looked at Yvette with gratitude in his eyes.
After Albert was injured, he didn't fall into despair. He worked even more diligently than before the accident, working almost all the time except for sleeping, even during treatment.
His aura became increasingly oppressive, and no one dared to approach him. Vincent suffered the most, having to keep up with his intense work pace and face his overwhelming presence, making him feel like he was living in hell.
Yvette's appearance almost became his hope.
Because he knew that Albert's low spirits were largely due to Yvette's neglect.
Albert didn't even glance at Vincent, his gaze fixed on Yvette's face as if trying to imprint her in his mind.
The suppressed emotions in his heart grew wildly at this moment, and his efforts to control them became meaningless.
Albert's lips curled into a mocking smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Get out."
Yvette lowered her eyes, suppressing the grievance in her eyes, and walked straight to Albert's side. "Do you want to take a break? I just saw Vincent leave with a lot of documents."
Yvette pretended not to see the coldness in his eyes and stubbornly stood in front of him.
"My matters have nothing to do with you." Albert's thin lips tightened, ignoring Yvette and continuing to work.
Yvette didn't get angry, just moved a chair and sat beside him, quietly watching him review the documents.
The room fell silent instantly. Sensing the delicate atmosphere, Vincent quickly closed the door and left, leaving just the two of them and their rhythmic breathing.
Albert forced himself to ignore Yvette's gaze, but her eyes seemed to have an attraction, not hot and burning, but wrapping around him like water.
Albert's Adam's apple moved slightly, finally unable to suppress his anger, and looked at her.
His voice carried anger, and his eyes were filled with displeasure. "Yvette, I told you to get out. Don't you understand?"
"I understand," Yvette said softly. "But I don't want to leave. I want to take care of you."
Albert's chiseled side profile was even more tense at this moment. "I don't need your care! Do you see? I'm doing just fine. I don't need anyone's pity!"
Albert worked so hard because he wanted to maintain his position in the Valdemar Group, to let everyone know that he was not a useless person.
Even if he couldn't stand up temporarily, he would always be the irreplaceable Albert.
He couldn't stand her approaching because of sympathy and pity!
So for half a month, Yvette didn't come to see him. He was in agony but would never use weakness to beg her to come back.
Seeing Albert repeatedly pushing her away, Yvette frowned slightly, her eyes filled with a faint mist, but she held back.
"Albert, do you really want to drive me away?" Yvette stared into Albert's eyes, calmly asking him, "If I really leave, will you regret it?"