Chapter 442 You Never Considered Me as Your Husband

Yvette's voice trembled slightly, almost like she was accusing Albert.

Albert stared at Yvette's tense face, his anger still simmering.

Some random guy had come up to him, stirring up trouble on Yvette's behalf, talking about stuff he had no clue about.

To Albert, it felt like a challenge.

Yvette's offhand "I don't know him well" did nothing to ease his frustration.

"If someone's giving you a hard time, you should come to me first." Albert locked eyes with Yvette. "It's not that I don't trust you; it's that you don't think I'm trustworthy!"

Yvette looked at him, confused. "Do you even hear yourself?"

"Yvette, I'm your husband! Why didn't you tell me you were being harassed? Do you think I can't be trusted, that I won't protect you? Or is it that you never really saw me as your husband?"

"Because it doesn't matter to me!" Yvette's eyes welled up, her throat tight. She forced a bitter smile. "People say you wouldn't raise another man's kid. Isn't that true? They were just stating facts. How is that bullying me?"

Hearing this, Albert clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white. His chest heaved as he struggled to keep his anger in check.

His deep eyes reflected a cold, dark intensity.

Yvette turned her head slightly, her voice lowering, but it sounded particularly desolate.

"What do these rumors mean to me? Compared to the way you treat me, being talked about is nothing."

Her voice was low, as if accusing Albert, but also as if she was talking to herself.

No matter how many people pointed fingers at her, even bullied or insulted her, Yvette could endure it.

Only Albert, with a single word or expression, could wound her deeply.

In the dimly lit room, Albert looked at Yvette's restrained expression, his jawline tightening further.

"I bully you?" Albert scoffed. "If I really wanted to bully you, with the things you've done, you wouldn't be lying so comfortably in my bed."

With that, Albert turned and left the room.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Albert returned to his study, his eyes still red with anger, thinking about the man's provocative gaze and Yvette's resistant attitude.

He pressed his lips together, his gaze icy.

Albert took out his phone and dialed Vincent's number.

Despite the late hour, Vincent's voice was as calm and clear as ever. "Mr. Valdemar."

The turbulent waves in Albert's deep eyes finally calmed a bit. "Look into the women who were gossiping at the kindergarten this afternoon."

Vincent replied, "The kindergarten where the kids go is the best in Luken. The families there are all wealthy and influential so that it could be the wives of some prominent families."

"I don't care whose wives they are. No one talks badly about my wife." Albert's lips curled into a cold smile. "Talking about Yvette is the same as talking about me and the Valdemar family."

Vincent cleared his throat. "You could just say it's for Mrs. Valdemar. You are her husband, after all."

Albert frowned. "You talk too much."

He hung up the phone abruptly, leaving Vincent puzzled on the other end.

"Why is Mr. Valdemar getting more unpredictable? Did I say something wrong?" Vincent shook his head and sighed deeply. "Ah, the damned pride of men."

It was school pick-up time, and the kindergarten entrance was bustling with parents waiting for their children.

Yvette picked up BoBo and CiCi, holding their hands as they walked to the car.

BoBo looked up at Yvette. "Mommy, the teacher said our photos are ready. If you have time, you can go pick them out."

"Can we do it today?" Yvette asked.

"Yes, the teacher said she's working late today, so you can go after you drop us off at home."

Yvette smiled warmly, appreciating that the teacher knew BoBo was a little messenger who remembered everything.

"The driver is here today. You two get in the car, and Mommy will go pick out the photos."

"Okay."

Yvette put the kids in the car and turned back to the kindergarten.

She walked into the kindergarten and headed to the teacher's office. The warm yellow light on the pale green walls created a quiet and comfortable atmosphere.

Yvette raised her hand to knock, but heard the teachers chatting inside.

Not wanting to interrupt, she lightened her steps, trying not to draw attention.

The teachers' conversation drifted out.

"Why didn't we see Felicity's mom today?"

"Not just Felicity's mom, but those other wealthy ladies she hangs out with didn't show up either."

A knowledgeable teacher chuckled mysteriously. "Their kids transferred schools together. Didn't you know?"

"Really? Why so suddenly?"

"Yeah, the entrance is so much quieter now. What's going on?"

BoBo and CiCi's teacher said, "The principal called me late last night, telling me to process their transfer papers immediately. I didn't ask for details."

"I know, I know." Another teacher lowered her voice dramatically. "I happened to be there yesterday and heard them gossiping about Mrs. Valdemar. They must have offended Mr. Valdemar! BoBo and CiCi are in their class, right?"

"No way," a teacher exclaimed. "The twins' mom doesn't seem like the type to tattle to her husband."

"Whether she did or not, if they were suddenly transferred, it must be Mr. Valdemar's doing. Those wealthy ladies wouldn't just transfer their kids without a good reason."

The teachers' voices grew excited, speaking in unison. "Wow, so domineering!"

"Since this involves my class, I won't say much more. But..." the teacher paused and then laughed. "Yesterday, Mr. Valdemar came to the classroom to get CiCi's water bottle. He really does fit the image of a perfect domineering husband."

The teachers laughed together, chattering about how they envied Yvette and fantasizing about finding such a husband themselves.

Yvette's hand was still raised, ready to knock, but she never did.

Her face showed disbelief as she murmured to herself, "He did it for me?"
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