Chapter 439 You Must Love Your Wife Very Much
Marcus was a top-tier doctor in the industry. As a professor of his caliber, he was either in surgery or giving lectures, and any remaining time was spent at medical forums. He knew nothing about high society gossip.
Albert's words surprised him.
"I didn't expect Mr. Valdemar to marry a female doctor."
The implication was clear: given Albert's background, he seemed more likely to marry a socialite or a celebrity. A surgeon seemed a bit out of place.
Albert's lips tightened slightly. "She used to be a surgeon. After she got together with me, she gave up her career."
"That's really a shame," Marcus said sincerely. "Training a surgeon is so difficult, and then they go off to get married and have kids. What a waste."
Marcus's genuine regret struck a chord with Albert. Doyle's words flashed through his mind. Yvette's current life and mental state weren't exactly normal, and keeping her confined would only worsen their conflicts.
Albert recalled the last time Yvette attended a forum meeting. She had been radiant, almost glowing. He knew she still longed for her own career.
It was time to give Yvette her freedom.
If work could keep her busy, help her find her own value, and keep her away from David, it would be for the best.
Albert chuckled softly. "Yeah, I regret that my actions caused my wife to give up her dreams. I want to make amends."
He paused. "But she's very proud. If she knew I used money and connections to get her into the surgical center, she wouldn't go. So, I have a favor to ask."
Marcus was taken aback. "Mr. Valdemar, please, go ahead."
"I'd like to arrange another dinner, bring my wife to meet you. If she meets your standards, I hope you can let her join the surgical center."
Marcus agreed immediately. "Of course, that's no problem. It would be my honor." He took a sip of water and couldn't help but add, "You must really love your wife."
"Why do you say that?"
Marcus replied earnestly, "A man only acts so carefully if he truly loves a woman."
Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting dappled shadows. The trees along the road swayed gently in the breeze.
A gust of wind blew a few leaves in front of Albert.
He sidestepped the leaves and got into the car.
Vincent closed the door for Albert and got into the passenger seat. "Mr. Valdemar, the employment email has been sent to Marcus."
"Good," Albert replied absentmindedly.
Albert gazed out the window. The sunlight bathed everything in a warm, golden hue.
Thinking of Marcus's words, a hint of confusion appeared in Albert's deep eyes.
Even outsiders could see his feelings for Yvette. Why couldn't she?
The Hayes Corporation.
The office door was knocked on. Clifford, looking at his computer, didn't lift his head. "Come in."
His sister, Anais Hayes, walked in, arm in arm with her husband, Stanley Ortiz.
"Clifford, my dear brother."
Clifford frowned and glanced at Anais. "Don't call me that. What do you want?"
"Oh, don't be so guarded!" Anais laughed, standing on tiptoe and trying to hug Clifford's shoulders. "We need you to pick up Niamh. We have a meeting soon."
"Don't bother Clifford," Stanley said. "Just send the driver."
Clifford nodded and looked back at Anais.
Anais chuckled. "Niamh was naughty and made a little boy cry. A parent needs to go and get scolded."
"A parent?" Clifford raised an eyebrow. "You two, her actual parents, won't go and want to send me instead?"
Stanley coughed lightly, covering his mouth with his fist. "Anais, if you put it that way, Clifford definitely won't go."
Anais glared at him. "It's your fault for asking!"
As the couple pondered how to persuade Clifford further, he suddenly agreed.
"Okay."
They looked at Clifford in surprise, speaking in unison. "Really?"
"Really, I'll go."
Clifford felt like he was under a spell.
Even though he knew that the woman was the mother of two children, just the thought of seeing her from afar at the kindergarten made him willing to take the blame.
Clifford smirked. "I wonder who Niamh takes after. She's tougher than the boys at kindergarten. Last time I attended an event, the teacher had a lot to say. How long has it been?"
Stanley raised his hands. "I was known for being very well-behaved as a kid."
Anais glared at him again.
"I owe you, Anais," Clifford said, standing up. "I'm off to take the blame for you."
Even though he was going to get scolded, Clifford felt a bit excited.
Clifford drove to the kindergarten and waited for school to end. Niamh's class hadn't been dismissed yet, so he stood at a distance, waiting.
He looked around, searching for something.
Just then, a familiar figure joined the line of parents picking up their kids.
It was her.
Clifford's eyes lit up, his gaze softening as he looked at Yvette.
Nearby, he overheard some gossiping voices. "Hey, isn't that the one from the Valdemar Group?"
"Which one? Oh! You mean Albert's wife?"
Wherever there were high-society wives, there was gossip. Clifford had grown up in this environment and didn't pay much attention.
"She sure knows how to have kids. Twins, and they're both good-looking."
"So what if she had twins? So what if they're good-looking? I heard they're not even Albert's..."
"Really? Is that true?"
"Who knows? But it's a hot topic. She came from a humble background, and now she's the Valdemar family's matriarch, yet she dresses so plainly. Albert probably doesn't care much for her."
"Exactly! Albert never brings her to social events. He probably doesn't see her as the lady of the house."
"How can she bring someone else's kids into the Valdemar family?"
"That's too deep into the gossip. I don't dare say more. You should look into it yourself. It's quite interesting!"
"Hahaha..."
The group chatted animatedly, and even someone who hadn't joined in couldn't resist anymore.
She leaned in and asked, "You've been talking for so long, but who are you talking about?"
"Albert Valdemar's wife, Yvette."
"Never heard of her."
"You know, the famous good-looking and smart twins at our kindergarten! Now you get it! Look, she's right there, waiting to pick up her kids."
Clifford's back stiffened. Following their pointing fingers, he looked at the woman in the line.
So they were talking about her?
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