Chapter 437 Does It Mean She Doesn't Care About Her Husband?
Yvette arrived just as the event was kicking off.
She carefully walked into the classroom, giving BoBo and CiCi a little wink to say hello.
Thankfully, the two kids didn't seem upset. They smiled sweetly at Yvette before turning their attention back to the teacher.
Time flew by, and soon the parent-child activity was wrapping up.
Yvette held BoBo and CiCi's hands and walked over to the teacher to take a group photo with everyone.
The teacher turned to Yvette with a smile and said, "Hi, Mrs. Valdemar. Our photographer thinks your kids are adorable and would love to take some extra photos of them. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure thing!" Yvette responded with a gentle smile. "That'd be great."
After the group photo, the other parents gradually left with their children.
BoBo and CiCi were guided by the professional photographer and the teacher to start their photo session.
Yvette stood to the side, smiling as she watched them.
Back in Eldoria, whenever Yvette took BoBo and CiCi out, talent scouts would often approach her, wanting the kids to become child stars.
But for Yvette, she just wanted her children to grow up healthy and happy, without any pressure.
Even so, seeing others appreciate them still made Yvette happy.
Her phone suddenly rang. Not wanting to disturb the photo shoot, Yvette quickly stepped out of the classroom to answer it.
Vincent's formal voice came through the line, "Mrs. Valdemar, how much longer will you be there?"
Yvette frowned slightly and glanced back through the window at BoBo and CiCi. "They're still taking photos. It might take a while, but I can't give you an exact time."
"Alright, I'll let Mr. Valdemar know," Vincent said, sensing Yvette's displeasure. "Mr. Valdemar is currently tied up with a business partner and might be late, so he asked me to arrange your schedule."
Yvette smirked inwardly. Albert had Vincent call not because he was running late, but because she was.
The bodyguards couldn't enter the kindergarten and had to wait outside. Seeing other parents and children leave while Yvette and her kids hadn't appeared yet, the bodyguards must have reported it to Albert.
He was just using Vincent to keep tabs on her and the kids.
"No need. He can stick to his own schedule," Yvette said, her voice tinged with coldness. "I'll head back as soon as the kids are done."
Vincent paused. "Mrs. Valdemar, that's not what Mr. Valdemar meant..."
"It's fine," Yvette repeated. "Once the kids are done, we'll head home. We won't be long."
With that, Yvette hung up the phone.
Out of the corner of her eye, Yvette saw a man walking towards her. She was about to turn her head when she saw BoBo and CiCi running out of the classroom, hand in hand, smiling brightly.
Yvette's attention shifted to her children, and she quickly went to meet them.
BoBo and CiCi ran out and threw themselves into Yvette's arms. "Mommy, we're done!"
Yvette immediately smiled, crouching down to hug them. "How did it go? Did the photos turn out well?"
"Of course! The teacher praised BoBo and me!" CiCi said proudly, lifting her little head.
BoBo added, "The photographer asked why we look so alike and so good-looking. I told him it's because our mommy is beautiful, so we are too."
Yvette looked at her two children, who were the spitting image of Albert, and felt a bit helpless. "Is it because mommy is beautiful?"
BoBo and CiCi said in unison, "Of course!"
Yvette laughed. "Mommy thinks so, too."
Clifford, holding his niece's hand, stopped in his tracks.
Watching the two beautiful children run into the woman's arms, calling her "Mommy," Clifford realized how foolish he had been.
Earlier, she had helped him with his troublesome niece, which made him distracted during the event.
He had thought she was a teacher at the kindergarten and had been searching for her in every classroom.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Clifford said, "Niamh, it looks like you weren't lying."
"I told you she's not a teacher here. I've never seen her before," Niamh Montgomery said, touching the headband she didn't want to give away as a gift. "So, Uncle, are we leaving?"
Clifford glanced at her, then saw the woman looking at the two children with such tenderness that it was almost overflowing. He sighed and nodded. "Let's go. I'll take you back to your mom."
"No," Niamh shook her head. "I want to go to the bouncy castle."
Clifford, not in high spirits, knew that if he didn't agree, Niamh would throw a fit. He reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but you have to promise me you'll come home after an hour. Otherwise, I'll tell your mom, and she'll scold you."
"Okay!" Niamh made an "OK" gesture and happily led Clifford away.
She completely ignored her uncle's gloomy expression.
Albert finished his work and walked out with a dark expression.
He rubbed his temples, looking pained.
Vincent approached him. "Mr. Valdemar, the contract with Mr. Turner has been resolved."
"I know," Albert said coldly. "He was here for his daughter."
Vincent was taken aback and awkwardly smiled. "Mr. Turner must really care about his daughter."
For a struggling company to bother Albert for so long for the sake of a daughter took courage.
Albert snorted. "Annoying."
Suddenly, Albert stopped and turned to Vincent. "What did she say?"
Vincent immediately understood that Albert was referring to the call he had made to Yvette. "Mrs. Valdemar didn't say much."
Albert's expression changed slightly, but he said nothing.
In the car, Albert glanced at his expensive watch, his expression growing colder.
Vincent, watching Albert through the rearview mirror, hesitated to speak.
Despite Albert's attempts to hide it, Vincent could see his disappointment and frustration clearly.
The atmosphere in the car was heavy.
As the car slowed to a stop at a red light, Albert suddenly spoke.
"If a woman doesn't care what time her husband comes home, does that mean she doesn't care about him at all?"
The car, which had been smoothly stopping, suddenly braked hard.
Vincent, jolted forward, cleared his throat. "Mr. Valdemar, you're being unreasonable. If she cares too much, you find her annoying. If she doesn't care, that's also a problem. What exactly do you want her to do?"
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