Chapter 458 I Will Make You Die
The Valdemar Group President's Office
Albert looked up from his long executive desk, his cold gaze settling on Violet who stood before him.
She wore an elegant wool coat, her makeup impeccable and her demeanor poised. Her eyes were determined and bright, radiating confidence.
"Who let you in?" he asked sharply.
Violet raised an eyebrow. "Your staff, of course."
Albert shot her an impatient glance. Vincent wouldn't have allowed Violet in without his permission unless there was a compelling reason.
"What did you tell him?" he demanded.
"I showed him the photographs," Violet explained. "What he couldn't find, I can provide. He didn't dare stop me."
Albert pressed his lips together, remaining silent.
"Albert," Violet said suddenly, giving him a meaningful look. "You haven't told your assistant about our conversation at the hotel, have you?"
"There was nothing worth mentioning," Albert replied coldly. "Just as there's nothing to discuss with you now."
His tone was dismissive, and Violet knew he was asking her to leave.
She shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't come with any hidden agenda today. I simply wanted to know if you've considered my proposal."
"I haven't," Albert said icily. "And I won't."
A flash of surprise crossed Violet's eyes.
For Albert, his mother's death was a wound he could never heal. He despised the Valdemar family, and his only reason for returning was to uncover the truth behind her death.
Yet despite knowing that Yvette's father was responsible for his mother's murder, he seemed utterly unmoved.
Violet suppressed the surge of emotions rising within her and fixed her gaze on Albert, the smile fading from her eyes.
She tugged at the corner of her lips, a hint of ruthlessness entering her gaze. "Albert, what do you think would happen if I released this evidence to the public?"
Albert's eyes darkened. He slowly rose from his chair, his presence commanding and threatening.
Looking down at her with contempt, he said with cutting precision, "I would end you."
All night, Yvette slept fitfully. The nightmarish faces that haunted her weren't those of the kidnappers who had forced her to jump from the bridge while protecting her unborn child—they were Albert and Violet.
In her dream, they lunged at her with twisted expressions, coldly pushing her into an abyss.
Yvette found herself bound and thrown onto an icy floor, surrounded by snakes, insects, and rats gnawing at her flesh. Yet strangely, she felt no pain.
Until the man across from her sneered, "Two hundred thousand dollars? You and your unborn child aren't worth that price! Only Violet deserves the three million Albert paid for her ransom. Die, Yvette, die!" His laughter echoed maniacally.
Yvette shook her head frantically, nearly biting through her lower lip, refusing to believe it.
Despite her agony, she fought desperately to escape, thinking only of her child and Albert. Her body was torn and bleeding by the time she finally reached him.
Ignoring her wounds, Yvette lunged toward Albert. But he was like a phantom she couldn't grasp.
She crashed heavily to the ground, each breath sending waves of pain through her chest.
"Albert," she cried out, "save me, save our baby..."
The scene shifted. Yvette found herself in a hotel room.
The darkness was absolute, like midnight in an endless void. No light penetrated the black mist. The silent air was heavy with night's solitude, as if she were drowning in a boundless dark ocean.
Suddenly, unmistakable sounds broke the silence.
Yvette followed the source, and her heart shattered instantly.
Albert and Violet were entwined together.
Her insides twisted as if being wrung out, each second bringing unbearable pain.
She curled into herself, shaking uncontrollably.
She gasped for air, trying to escape the suffocating grip around her throat.
But the sight of their bare skin on the bed kept dragging her back into the depths of her agony.
The only one who could save her was herself.
Yvette jolted awake, the terror still clinging to her like a shadow.
Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, dampening her pillow, their warmth a cruel reminder of her nightmare. The sorrow and fear lingered like shadows in the night, impossible to dispel.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Yvette buried her face in the blankets and sobbed.
After all this time, she still couldn't let go of those years of love, could she?The entrance of the kindergarten.
The weather changed abruptly.
Despite the clear sky earlier, howling winds now cut through the air like knives, bringing a biting chill.
People clutched their collars tightly and hurried along, seeking warmth in this harsh weather.
Trees along the streets swayed in the strong winds, creaking as if lamenting the sudden cold.
Yvette pulled her coat tighter around herself, but the wind still found its way through her collar and sleeves.
With hunched shoulders, she stood in line outside the kindergarten waiting to pick up her children, unaware of the watchful gaze not far behind her.
She didn't look well.
Clifford observed Yvette's thin figure from a distance, concern spreading across his face.
He didn't know what had happened to her, but she looked so fragile, as if she might break at any moment.
Frowning, Clifford called his driver.
"Bring a cup of hot milk," he instructed.
He glanced down at the scarf around his neck, removed it, and held it in his hand.
As the weather turned colder, Yvette carried scarves and hats for her children and entered the classroom to pick them up.
Bobo and Cici smiled when they saw Yvette, raising their hands in greeting. "Mommy! Thank you for coming to get us."
Yvette's heart, which had felt dead and empty, finally stirred with life at the sight of her children.
She smiled, trying to hide the exhaustion in her eyes. "Are you cold?"
"It's not cold in the classroom, Mommy."
Yvette nodded and handed them the scarves and hats. "It's quite cold outside. Put these on yourselves, or help each other. If you need help, Mommy's here."
"We can do it ourselves."
As Yvette was about to bend down to help them, someone tapped her shoulder lightly.
She turned to see the children's teacher, Seraphina Everly. "Ms. Everly."
Seraphina smiled and offered her a cup of hot milk and a dark scarf. "It's freezing outside, and you're barely dressed for it. This will warm you up."
Yvette was surprised and instinctively declined. "Oh, that's not necessary."
Seraphina pressed the milk and scarf into Yvette's hands. "I need to speak with the other parents. I'll head over now."
Without waiting for Yvette's response, Seraphina turned and left.
Yvette looked at the scarf and milk, feeling a warmth spread through her heart. "Thank you," she whispered.
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