Chapter 465 Revealed: Your Father Is the Murderer of Albert’s Mother

A secret kept in the dark for years is suddenly brought to light.

The mysterious death of James's legitimate wife Sarah years ago was neither an accident nor suicide, as previously believed. The media's deliberate omission had always concealed the true cause of Sarah's death.

Now, a bewildering truth threatened to upend the entire city of Luken: Sarah was the biological mother of Albert, the current head of the Valdemar Group.

The relentless media coverage had already whipped public opinion into a frenzy, with demands for the truth reaching fever pitch.

Albert was in his office when he received the news.

Vincent stood before his desk, visibly tense. "Mr. Valdemar, we have a situation."

Albert raised his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly. Vincent had been with him for years and was known for his composure. For him to appear this anxious, the matter must be serious indeed.

"Go on," Albert said, his voice steady yet severe.

"Someone has released information about the circumstances of your mother's death. Every media outlet, regardless of size, is running the story."

Albert's face instantly darkened, barely contained fury burning in his eyes. His fists clenched tightly, as if he might explode at any moment.

"What about our PR team?" he demanded, his voice low and forceful.

"We've discovered multiple organizations pushing the narrative forward," Vincent replied.

Albert understood immediately. Many were waiting for the Valdemar family to falter, using this opportunity to amplify the scandal. Even the Valdemar Group's formidable public relations team couldn't contain the spreading wildfire.

Albert's lips tightened into a thin line. His deep-set eyes gradually reddened, a cold, menacing aura emanating from him. The atmosphere around him suddenly turned frigid and merciless as he stood, gripping his phone.

"Where are you going?" Vincent asked, startled.

"To find the source of this mess."

When Albert arrived, Violet didn't seem particularly surprised.

She wore no makeup today, her lips pale and bloodless. With visible effort, she lifted her gaze and offered a smile.

"Albert, what brings you here today? It's rare for you to seek me out."

Albert approached like an enraged predator, each step charged with intense emotion. His eyes were murderous, his presence chilling.

"You know exactly why I'm here," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet air like an icy blade.

"Do I?" Violet raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "I had no idea you'd come looking for me."

"You leaked the story." Albert's tone was firm and glacial, like a bitter winter wind.

He fixed her with a penetrating stare that seemed to close around her throat like a vise.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she attempted to remain calm, but Albert's rage reminded her of when he'd discovered her involvement in the kidnapping.

Fear and hatred intertwined within her, making Violet want to pour fuel on the flames and watch everything burn to ashes. Without Yvette, everything would be different.

"I warned you," Albert said sharply.

"I told you I don't—"

Albert cut off her denial. His face was half-illuminated by the winter sunlight, half hidden in shadow.

"If you don't want to die by my hand," he enunciated each word with menacing clarity, "back off now."

Yvette's phone had been ringing persistently before she finally awoke from her deep slumber.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand and answered without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Yvette."

Violet's composed voice came through, instantly dispelling Yvette's drowsiness. She tensed.

Why would Violet contact her suddenly?

Yvette recalled bumping into Violet at the hospital that morning and felt a wave of anxiety. Could Violet know about her pregnancy?

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Yvette asked, "What do you want?"

"Aren't you curious about what Albert and I discussed?" Violet asked.

Her tone carried a hint of challenge that irritated Yvette.

"Not at all," Yvette replied coldly. "If you want to talk to him, go ahead."

Just as Yvette was about to hang up, Violet's voice came through, "You'll come find me after you see this photo."

Yvette's phone vibrated with an incoming message—a picture of a badge.

She recognized it immediately as the one her father had worn for many years.

Yvette sat across from Violet, their eyes meeting in silent assessment.

Violet spoke first. "I told you you'd come after seeing the photo."

Her eyes reflected self-assurance, as if everything was proceeding according to plan.

Yvette frowned, meeting Violet's gaze with cold wariness. "Where did you get that photo?"

Taking a sip of coffee, Violet smiled faintly. "This belonged to your father, didn't it?"

"Get to the point," Yvette said impatiently. "If you won't speak plainly, I'm leaving. There's no need to perform without an audience."

Violet raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by Yvette's directness. She decided to stop circling the issue. "Albert was the one who found this photo initially."

"What do you mean?" Yvette asked guardedly.

Why would Albert investigate her father? Her father had been dead for years—what connection could he possibly have to Albert?

Violet set down her cup and folded her hands. "Did you see today's news about the Valdemar Group?"

Preoccupied with concerns about her pregnancy, Yvette hadn't been following the news. "What news?"

"Albert's mother, Sarah, died when he was young. The official conclusion was suicide, but Albert never believed it. When he returned to the Valdemar family, he began searching for evidence—the truth about his mother's death."

Yvette faltered. Though she had always known that Violet and Albert shared years together—years she could never erase—hearing Violet speak so intimately about Albert's mother, about things Yvette knew nothing of, still wounded her.

Masking her emotions, Yvette asked coolly, "What are you getting at? What does this have to do with the badge?"

Violet smiled. "The last person to see his mother alive was the owner of this badge."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Violet looked directly into Yvette's eyes, "your father was the one who killed Albert's mother."

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