Chapter 437 How Did the Skirt Get Torn?
Yvette had hoped to use the time while David was making breakfast to find the hidden secret, the evidence that could change everything, but his sudden appearance startled her. She took a deep breath to mask her anxiety.
"I'm looking for the photo albums of BoBo and CiCi growing up. I can't remember where I put them," Yvette said, clenching her fists, feeling the sweat forming in her palms.
David's eyes held a dark, turbulent emotion as his lips curled into a brief, cold smile.
He seemed to recall something, his expression softening into a gentle smile. "I did take a lot of photos of them growing up. They're worth keeping."
Yvette pressed her lips together. David's words seemed to emphasize his importance in BoBo and CiCi's lives, while also accusing Yvette of being heartless for wanting to take the kids away from him.
Yvette felt a twinge of displeasure, but since he didn't say it outright, she couldn't argue back.
Taking a deep breath, Yvette pretended not to catch the underlying message in his words. "Alright, then please help me find them."
"I'll help you look. You should go downstairs and eat something first," David said softly. "I made breakfast."
"No need," Yvette refused directly.
David didn't say anything, leading Yvette out of the storage room. "The albums aren't in this room. They're in the bookshelf outside."
Yvette knew exactly where the albums were; she often looked through them.
But facing David, she had to pretend otherwise. "Really?"
"Yes, here." David walked to the study in the master bedroom and found a large box full of the kids' photo albums. "These are all of them. It might be inconvenient to take them all at once. How about I mail them to you?"
Yvette looked at the box full of albums. "It's fine. I'll figure out a way to take them myself."
"Let me mail them for you. I also have many digital photos that haven't been printed yet," David said sincerely. "I'll copy them onto a hard drive and send them along with the albums."
David's tone was gentle, but his words were firm, leaving no room for Yvette to argue.
Yvette frowned, about to speak when the doorbell rang from the yard downstairs. Her body stiffened slightly; it must be Albert. She glanced at the time—only half an hour had passed since she texted him.
The estate was at least an hour's drive away, so Albert must have left as soon as the storm began to weaken. The roads outside were probably still a mess from the typhoon.
Yvette didn't linger. She looked up at David. "The person picking me up is here. I have to go."
Yvette didn't look back, missing the sudden darkening of David's expression.
As Yvette walked out of the villa, Albert immediately noticed her dress.
It was a light blue dress with delicate embroidery, looking serene and beautiful like a lake.
Beautiful, but not the one he gave her yesterday.
Albert's eyes flashed with a barely noticeable coldness as his expression darkened, becoming stern and hard. Pressing his lips together, he silently opened the car door. His movements were so gentle that Yvette didn't notice his change in mood.
Yvette hurriedly ran to Albert's side, getting into the car.
From the moment she saw him, all the panic and worry from last night seemed less important.
But when she turned around, she saw Albert's cold expression, and the atmosphere in the car became tense.
Yvette felt a chill in her heart. Albert was upset.
Yvette's back stiffened slightly. She hurriedly tried to explain, "I came here yesterday just to find BoBo and CiCi's things. I didn't expect..."
Albert interrupted coldly. "We'll talk about it later."
Watching the gray car speed away, David's hands clenched tightly. The usually calm David was now trembling slightly with restraint.
Yvette had once again left him without hesitation, running to Albert.
She didn't even wait for him to come out and say goodbye, just left with Albert without a word.
He dragged his inconvenient legs to chase after her, but couldn't even get a glance from her.
At that moment, their worlds were completely separated again. Yvette had once more pushed him into a cold, dark abyss.
He looked at the empty road, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.
The drive was silent.
The car sped through the debris-strewn roads without slowing down.
Yvette gripped the seatbelt tightly, extremely nervous but not daring to speak.
She knew that Albert was struggling to control his anger.
Back at the estate, the bodyguards gathered around. "Sorry, Mr. Valdemar. It's our fault."
"Get out," Albert said coldly.
He waved them away, sending everyone off.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, sensing Albert's inexplicable anger, and quickly left.
Albert took a deep breath, trying to suppress his fury, and turned to face Yvette.
His gaze made Yvette's heart race. He looked like a beast about to explode.
Yvette's heart felt like it was in his grasp, ready to stop beating at any moment from his anger and force.
Albert's eyes were filled with restraint as he looked at Yvette, slowly asking, "Where's the dress you wore when you left yesterday?"
Yvette's breath hitched. She tried to stay calm and began to explain, "The typhoon hit suddenly yesterday. I wanted to hurry back, but I got soaked."
"Then why didn't you bring it back?" Albert's eyes grew sharper, staring into Yvette's eyes like a predator waiting to pounce. "Do I need to go back to that house and get it myself?"
He stepped closer, staring into her eyes, as if searching for clues.
His voice was low and threatening. "Yvette, tell the truth."
Albert's words sent a chill down Yvette's spine. She took a deep breath. "It got soaked and accidentally tore, so I changed and threw it away."
"Tore?" Albert sneered, his aura growing darker. "How did it tear?"
Yvette hesitated.
That moment of hesitation made Albert's eyes flash red. He stepped forward and tore the dress off her.
The dress fell like a rag, and Albert's gaze landed on the slightly reddened spot on her chest.
Albert's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "Did he tear it like this too?"
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