Chapter 388 Paralyzed, but running faster than me?
Albert looked up when the ward door opened to see Doyle bringing in Cameron. Seeing Cameron's ingratiating face, Albert's mood instantly darkened.
Cameron hunched over slightly and cautiously approached Albert's wheelchair.
"Sorry, Mr. Valdemar, I really didn't know about some of the situations at your home." Cameron rubbed his hands together, speaking with a face full of flattery, "I just reported your condition truthfully and was happy that your health was improving. I didn't expect it to cause trouble instead."
Albert thought of Yvette's lukewarm reaction upon learning that his legs were recovering well, and a chill ran down his spine.
He glanced coldly at Cameron without speaking.
Seeing Albert's reaction, Doyle knew he was angry and quickly explained, "Albert, Dr. Simmons wanted to get results quickly, just to avoid worrying Yvette. It's my fault, my fault, for not being at the hospital at the critical moment."
Albert frowned. "You knew?"
Doyle cleared his throat awkwardly. "How was I supposed to know you'd wake up at that time to do something bad?"
Albert, sitting in the wheelchair, looked at Doyle with deep eyes, squinting dangerously, exuding an aura that warned people to stay away, and gave Doyle a warning look.
He rolled up his sleeves, and although it was a hospital gown representing "weakness," it couldn't suppress his sharp aura.
Doyle immediately changed his tone. "It's my fault for not keeping it a secret. I'll find a way to fix it."
Albert lifted his eyelids. "How do you plan to fix it?"
Cameron said ingratiatingly, "How about I go explain to Mrs. Valdemar now, say I made a mistake, and that you still need a few more months to recover?"
"Do you take her for a fool?" Albert's previously expressionless handsome face instantly turned icy cold. "She used to be a doctor."
Cameron thought of the unnecessary action of showing the CT scan to Yvette and broke out in a cold sweat.
He had thought his actions could earn him credit, letting Yvette know that Albert's condition was improving well.
It wasn't until Doyle, who was off duty today, hurriedly appeared before him and explained everything that he realized the seriousness of the situation.
After all, the usually carefree Doyle rarely looked so anxious.
Cameron's face changed dramatically, knowing this matter was hard to resolve, and he could only keep apologizing. "Sorry, Mr. Valdemar, sorry, really sorry..."
Albert's expression was stern, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his deep eyes seemed to be on the verge of a storm.
He snorted coldly, his deep voice carrying a clear displeasure. "Stop talking, I'll handle it myself."
Albert's long fingers slightly protruded, and he casually tugged at the collar of his hospital gown, his jawline tight, and instructed, "Just say I'll be discharged in a week."
"No problem," Doyle and Cameron said in unison.
Albert waved his hand, signaling them to leave.
But as soon as the two turned around, they froze in place.
Albert was a bit impatient. "Not leaving yet?"
"Well, Albert..." Doyle's voice was dry and tight, awkwardly waving a greeting towards the door, "Yvette, hi!"
Albert was stunned, his gaze shifting to the door where Yvette stood, coldly staring at him. He instinctively stiffened, realizing she had heard their entire conversation.
"Yvette," Albert opened his mouth to explain, but under Yvette's increasingly cold gaze, he felt a bit intimidated. "Let me explain."
Yvette sneered, her gaze as cold as winter frost. She never thought Albert's legs had already recovered. Knowing he wasn't paralyzed brought her a sense of relief. Since the accident, she believed someone as proud as Albert must have been under immense pressure and pain.
She had tried desperately to alleviate his depression and anger, even fearing in her dreams that he might end his life due to continuous rehabilitation failures.
Whenever Yvette thought of that dream, her heart would tighten, making it hard to breathe.
But all of this turned out to be a lie, a scheme by Albert to keep her.
Feeling conflicted inside, Yvette looked coldly at Albert. Expecting to be furious, she was strangely relieved. Seeing him stand, the anger of being deceived couldn't suppress her happiness. Realizing how much she hoped he would get better, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
Yvette slowly exhaled. "What do you want to explain?"
Hearing Yvette's question, Albert's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
He forced himself to say, "I didn't mean to..."
Before Albert could finish, Yvette's cold gaze cut him off. She seemed to be watching him, waiting to see how he would continue to deceive her.
Albert had planned to never stand up again, to keep her by his side forever.
Who knew it would be exposed so quickly, making it impossible to continue hiding it.
If he had known, he wouldn't have listened to Doyle's "advice" and should have confessed to her as soon as he found out his legs were healed!
Seeing that Albert couldn't even lie, Yvette's sharp gaze fell on his slightly panicked face.
His expression almost admitted to deceiving her.
Yvette's lips pressed into a straight line, and she turned to leave the ward.
As Yvette turned, Albert's whole body stiffened, his heart tightening with tension.
He pushed the wheelchair to catch up, but Yvette's figure had already disappeared from his sight. Albert lost patience with the wheelchair and stood up directly, rushing out of the ward to chase after her.
At the corner, Yvette's arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled back forcefully.
Before Yvette could react, she found herself in a warm embrace, surrounded by her familiar scent mixed with the unique smell of the hospital.
Yvette looked up at him, her eyes filled with unresolved anger. "Let go of me."
"No." Albert panted slightly. "If I let go, you'll run away immediately."
Yvette paused. "Let go first."
"I won't." Albert said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid you'll leave."
Yvette looked Albert up and down, her gaze falling on his straight legs, her lips curling into a mocking smile, and she coldly mocked. "Paralyzed, yet running faster than me. It seems Mr. Valdemar is a medical miracle!"
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