Chapter 409 Goodbye Sylvia
The sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting golden rays onto the ground, creating patches of light under the shade of the trees.
Their mutual silence was like an invisible barrier, isolating them from the surrounding world.
Yvette and Sylvia sat side by side on the hospital bench, with patches of light falling on their faces. They squinted slightly, making their expressions even more inscrutable.
Yvette lowered her head but could still feel Sylvia staring at her intently, with undisguised resentment and hatred in her eyes.
Yvette pursed her lips and finally mustered the courage to break the silence between them. "Sylvia, did you change jobs?"
Sylvia didn't respond.
Yvette let out a couple of dry laughs, trying to dispel the awkwardness. "Being a doctor is better, even though it's busy and tiring, it has a greater sense of self-fulfillment, right?"
Was Sylvia even listening to Yvette?
She was almost driven mad by Yvette!
Sylvia stared at Yvette with a stern face. "Don't you have anything to explain to me?"
Yvette hesitated.
"Yvette!" Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger. "What? You became a rich man's wife and stopped contacting me?"
Yvette lowered her eyes and said softly, "No."
"No?" Sylvia raised her voice. "Then why did you ignore me? Ever since I found out you were alive and safe, I went to the Valdemar Family to find you. But I went there many times and was always turned away!"
"What?" A trace of surprise flashed in Yvette's eyes. "I had no idea."
Yvette looked up and met Sylvia's reddened eyes.
"Good for you, Yvette!" Sylvia's tears fell like a broken string of pearls, continuously streaming down, her tone full of grievance. "You were alive, but you didn't contact me for four years, making me worry and be sad for so long. Later, when you returned to the Valdemar Family, you still kept me out. Doesn't that mean you don't consider me a true friend?"
Yvette became anxious and tried to explain, "No..."
Sylvia wiped her tears and interrupted her. She pretended to be indifferent and wrinkled her nose. "If you don't consider me a true friend, fine. I didn't stop you to rekindle our friendship, but to formally break it off. It's to put an end to our many years of friendship. You know me, I always see things through to the end!"
A withered yellow leaf fell onto Yvette's head.
After saying all that, Sylvia stood up to leave, but seeing the leaf, she instinctively reached out to pluck it off Yvette's head while muttering curses.
She threw the leaf to the ground angrily and made a fierce expression. "Yvette, I wish you well as a rich man's wife!"
With that, Sylvia turned to leave, and Yvette's nose tingled as she reached out to grab her. She knew Sylvia's long speech was out of hurt because Yvette hadn't confided in her. Sylvia had always been more supportive than family, and Yvette understood why she was angry.
Seeing Sylvia's tear-streaked face, Yvette's emotions finally broke free.
Tears burst from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and onto her sleeve, warm and wet.
Seeing Yvette cry, Sylvia panicked a little. "Why are you crying?"
Yvette didn't say anything, stepping forward to hug Sylvia. "I'm sorry..."
They cried and hugged each other tightly.
At this moment, Yvette seemed to have nothing left to explain.
Sylvia's new home was dimly lit, with a faint scent of tea creating a warm, dreamy atmosphere.Sylvia had moved; she finally had her own house.
Yvette remembered how proud Sylvia was when she showed her the house, feeling a bit envious.
The space wasn't large, but it was exceptionally cozy and warm.
A dim wall lamp cast the shadow of the aroma diffuser onto the wine glasses and table, creating a unique ambiance.
Yvette and Sylvia sat on the sofa, which enveloped them comfortably, creating a strong sense of relaxation.
In front of the sofa was a wooden wine table with two glasses and several bottles of different colored wines and drinks.
The flame of the aroma diffuser flickered slightly, seemingly adding a touch of warmth to their drinks.
This quiet and comfortable feeling made Yvette feel like she could let go of her heavy burdens and indulge in it.
Sylvia poured a few drinks and handed one to Yvette, her eyes showing some uncertainty. "Are you sure it's okay for you not to go back?"
Yvette's expression stiffened slightly. She paused and took the glass.
She swirled the liquid in the glass, a bitter smile forming on her lips. "I should have this bit of freedom, right?"
"Should?" Sylvia was speechless. "You should, right?"
Yvette smiled. "I do."
They clinked glasses lightly, the aroma diffuser's flame flickering, marking this as a time for friends.
Yvette downed her drink in one go, squinting her eyes as she asked, "Why did you go back to work at the hospital?"
Yvette didn't expect the drink to be so sweet and sour, and she couldn't help but lift the glass to take another look.
"Because of you." Sylvia downed her drink, her eyes already showing some changes. "It was your desire to work at the hospital that reminded me of the passion and dreams I had when I first studied medicine. I thought, I should fight for something. So I decided to fight for myself."
Yvette's eyes smiled more deeply, but with it came an inescapable sense of grievance and loss.
Sylvia had achieved it, but she had permanently missed her dream.
Sylvia mixed two more drinks, each with a different flavor.
Yvette was a bit surprised. "How did you come up with so many ways to mix drinks?"
"I had nothing to do on my days off, so I drank by myself." Sylvia smiled. "Enough about me, you better tell me honestly, what have you been doing these past four years? You didn't even contact me!"
"Not just you." Yvette lowered her eyes, hiding all her bitterness. "I didn't contact my family either."
"What?" Sylvia was shocked. "No way? So your mom still doesn't know... that you're alive?"
"Maybe." Yvette shrugged. "But at least, they didn't look for me."
Sylvia's expression changed several times, as if she had a lot to say, but the words got stuck in her throat and she swallowed them back.
Then she asked, "Then why didn't you contact us? After that incident, you disappeared, and we all thought you..."
Sylvia didn't finish, but Yvette knew that the whole world thought she had died in that kidnapping.
"After the kidnapping," Yvette looked up, her eyes already showing a hint of intoxication. "I lost my memory."
"What?" Sylvia was shocked. "You lost your memory too? Are you two acting in a soap opera?"
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