Chapter 429 Mrs. Valdemar, You Are Willing to Eat?
Albert's body tensed, his face dark and cold, his deep eyes filled with a chilling intensity that made people shiver.
"She's the one forcing me." Albert's eyes flickered with hidden emotions. "If I just sit back and let her betray me and leave, that's when I'll regret it."
Sylvia glanced worriedly at the bedroom door, unable to imagine what kind of life Yvette was living now.
"You used to take advantage of Yvette's love for you, knowing she didn't want to leave you, and you squandered her love. Now, you want to keep her by your side through confinement. What's the point of keeping her physically if her heart is drifting further away?"
"That's still better than her leaving completely."
Albert looked coldly at Sylvia, but his mind was filled with the image of Yvette's terrified and panicked expression when she looked at him.
He hated seeing Yvette look at him like that, but what he couldn't bear even more was the thought of her leaving him again, like what she did four years ago.
Every time he thought about her leaving again, Albert's heart would clench tightly.
Those four years were a mess, and he didn't want to go back to living like that. Even thinking about it made his breath feel like it was filled with thorns, and each inhale was painful.
He looked at Sylvia with a cold gaze. "At least now, I can have her whenever I want, can't I?"
"Can't you just let Yvette go?" Sylvia's eyes were brimming with tears. "Talk to her openly, lay everything out on the table! If you can trust her, everything will get better."
"She won't tell the truth," Albert said indifferently. "She even lies to you. What makes you think she has any words worth believing?"
Sylvia retorted, "What makes you so sure she's lying to me? Why do you insist she's deceiving you?"
Albert replied, "Because I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears."
Sylvia wanted to say more, but Albert suddenly put down his teacup.
The teacup clinked against the glass table, interrupting Sylvia.
Without looking up, Albert said, "Escort Miss Evans out."
He slowly stood up and walked away. Sylvia tried to follow, but the bodyguards stopped her and "escorted" her out.
Sylvia's voice, filled with frustration, echoed behind Albert. "Albert, I'm telling you, you'll regret this sooner or later!"
Sylvia was driven away.
The small glimmer of hope in Yvette's eyes extinguished.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Mrs. Valdemar, it's me."
Beatrice spoke as she pushed the door open.
Yvette glanced down at the marks of kisses and the bruises on her wrists, instinctively pulling the blanket up to cover them.
Beatrice, following her routine, brought in the food and placed it on the table beside the bed.
Yvette moved slightly, the soreness from being overpowered making her frown.
Beatrice said, "I made some oatmeal for you today. Please get up and eat a little. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it."
Beatrice walked over, trying to help Yvette sit up.
As the blanket was lifted, the bruises and marks on Yvette's body were exposed to Beatrice's eyes.
Beatrice froze for a moment, quickly pretending she hadn't seen anything, and covered Yvette back up. "Mrs. Valdemar, I'll bring it over so you can eat in bed."
Yvette noticed the panic in Beatrice's eyes and the tremor in her voice. A faint, self-mocking smile appeaed on her lips. "I can't eat."
Her hoarse voice echoed through the room.
Beatrice tucked the blanket around Yvette, trying to persuade her. "But, Mrs. Valdemar, you haven't eaten in so long. If you don't eat, how will your body hold up?"
Yvette lowered her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips. "It's not that I don't want to eat, I just can't."
Beatrice was Albert's person; she couldn't say much.
But as a fellow woman, Beatrice could see Yvette's stubbornness.
Yvette must have had a falling out with Albert, refusing to eat and angering him. That's why Albert had Vincent bring her here, hoping she could persuade Yvette.
But she was just a servant; what could she say?
Beatrice sighed deeply. "Mrs. Valdemar, let me speak from the heart, but please don't tell Mr. Valdemar. By hurting your body like this, you're not just punishing yourself. If your two children saw you like this, how heartbroken would they be?"
At the mention of BoBo and CiCi, Yvette's already tear-stained eyes welled up again.
It was a pain only a mother could feel.
She wanted to resist Albert, but she was powerless, resorting to harming her body through starvation as a form of protest.
If BoBo and CiCi saw her like this...
Yvette couldn't bear to imagine how panicked and helpless her children would be.
She lowered her head, saying nothing, but her trembling shoulders revealed her breakdown and helplessness.
Beatrice looked at her with pity, then turned and left the bedroom.
At the large dining table, Albert sat.
Sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, casting a slanted light on Albert's defined features, his sculpted contours clearly visible.
Albert's deep eyes were calm, his expression cold and indifferent, like a statue, exuding an indescribable coldness.
Beatrice placed the food down, looking at Albert, hesitant to speak.
Albert frowned, displeased, and glanced at her.
Beatrice, intimidated by his cold aura, quickly closed her mouth, not daring to say anything.
Albert suddenly spoke, "Did she eat?"
"Uh..." Beatrice hesitated. "Mrs. Valdemar said it's not that she doesn't want to eat, she just can't."
Albert's voice was icy. "If she doesn't eat tonight, you can pack your things and leave the Valdemar family."
Beatrice panicked. "Mr. Valdemar, I've worked for the Valdemar family since I was young. If you send me away, where can I go..."
Before she could finish, the door suddenly clicked open.
Albert and Beatrice both looked up, meeting Yvette's eyes.
The woman's eyes were slightly sunken from days without food or water, showing deep exhaustion.
But her slightly upturned eyes were particularly bright.
Albert was momentarily stunned, while Beatrice exclaimed in surprise, "Mrs. Valdemar, you're willing to eat?"
Yvette, supporting her weak body, slowly walked over. She didn't look at Albert, only sitting down beside him with Beatrice's help.
She said nothing, obediently taking the fork Beatrice handed her and began to eat in small bites.
Even though every bite was hard to swallow, she still chewed and swallowed with effort.
Albert turned his head, his eyes filled with turbulent emotions, staring intently at Yvette's pale face.
He curled his lips, his voice cold. "Changed your mind?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
