Chapter 472 Yvette is Dead
The fire spread rapidly, fierce tongues of flame dancing wildly, leaping through doors and windows with savage intensity, bathing the entire space in a blinding crimson glow.
The flames raged like wild beasts, devouring the dilapidated factory building.
The intense heat distorted everything in sight, making it impossible to approach without protective gear.
As Albert lunged toward the building, Vincent grabbed him with lightning reflexes.
"Let me go!" Albert was frantic. "Yvette is in there!"
"What can you possibly do in there? There's not even a fire extinguisher around!"
"I said let me go!"
Vincent panicked, quickly pulling out his phone. "This area may be remote, but there's a fire station nearby. They should arrive soon. I'm calling them right now."
In the split second Vincent loosened his grip, Albert seized the opportunity and broke free.
Without hesitation, he charged toward the burning building.
Vincent's heart raced, fear and helplessness flooding through him as he lunged forward, desperately shouting, "Mr. Valdemar! Don't go!"
His cries fell on deaf ears. Albert's resolute silhouette grew smaller against the flames until it disappeared completely from view.
Inside, the terrifying sound of flammable materials exploding filled the air.
Yvette stared at Clifford, barely conscious and pinned beneath a wooden beam. Her eyes, stinging from the smoke, were barely open, but guilt turned them bloodshot. "Mr. Hayes, wake up!"
Dense smoke rolled around them as fierce flames roared, threatening to consume them both at any moment.
Clifford had been knocked unconscious trying to save her. She couldn't leave him behind.
Driven by sheer determination, she desperately tried to push the beam away.
She had to escape. She had to find Albert. She had to tell him everything!
"Yvette!"
A heart-wrenching cry pierced through the chaos, making Yvette instinctively look up.
Through the smoke and flames, she glimpsed a familiar figure charging toward her.
Albert?
Yvette felt disoriented. Was the smoke making her hallucinate?
She wept in despair.
So it was true what they said—when facing death, you saw the one you loved most.
Albert covered his mouth and nose as he plunged into the inferno. Flames devoured every corner of the building, and smoke infiltrated every space.
Coughing and struggling, he pushed forward.
His steps were determined, though each breath brought searing pain, and his skin reddened from the intense heat.
The fire grew more violent, but Albert couldn't worry about his own safety. He feared that one moment's delay might mean never seeing Yvette again.
Through the black smoke, in the heart of the flames, he spotted her. "Yvette!"
Albert tried to get closer, but a burning doorframe crashed down, blocking his path.
"Yvette!" He called her name desperately until she turned and met his gaze. Only then could he clearly see her condition.
She was clutching Clifford tightly, weeping as she tried to free him from beneath the beam.
The sight of those two figures forced him to confront what he'd been avoiding.
Albert's mind flashed back to earlier events.
When they couldn't locate Yvette, Albert had been furious, berating the bodyguards mercilessly.
One bodyguard had knelt, pleading, "Mr. Valdemar, Mrs. Valdemar ordered us not to follow her. We didn't dare disobey."
"I hired you to stay with her," Albert had said, his face cold as death. "And you couldn't even do that!"
Another bodyguard had muttered under his breath, "Mrs. Valdemar wanted to meet that Mr. Hayes privately. Of course she wouldn't want us following. When the boss wants to have an affair, and tells us to stay away, how could we follow..."
Before he could finish, Albert's foot had connected with his body, his rage silencing everyone except for the bodyguard's painful cries.
"Shut your filthy mouth."
Impossible! Yvette didn't have feelings for that man. He'd seen the video—it was Clifford pursuing her.
He needed to find Yvette and ask her directly.
Albert had then gone to the Hayes Mansion with his men. The entire Hayes family had come out to greet him, but Clifford was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Clifford?" Albert had demanded coldly.
The family had exchanged confused glances, none knowing his whereabouts.
Only a trembling servant had nervously whispered, "He said he had to meet Ms. Orlando—I mean Mrs. Yvette Valdemar."
These memories crashed through Albert's mind, his heart gripped by an invisible hand.
The scene before him confirmed everything.
She really had ditched her bodyguards to meet Clifford.
Why?
He needed to ask her why she was secretly meeting another man.
Trying to get past the burning doorframe to reach Yvette, seeing her still clinging to Clifford, Albert clenched his fists and shouted with all his might, "Yvette, this is an emergency! Let him go! You can't carry him!"
"Yvette, did you hear me? Let go! Come to me, I'll get you out!"
"The children are waiting for you at home! Come out now!"
As the fire continued to spread, Albert shouted desperately while Yvette kept trying to pull Clifford free.
Tears streamed down her face, desperation evident, but she wouldn't give up trying to save Clifford.
Albert could see her lips moving but couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Yvette, let go! Come here!"
Sitting amid the flames, surrounded by roaring fire, Yvette frantically shook her head and waved him away.
Albert steeled himself, about to charge through the flames regardless of danger, when the crackling intensified.
Suddenly, a massive explosion, like a power switch being flipped, ended everything before Albert's eyes.
He felt his body lifted into the air, then crashing down heavily as consciousness faded into darkness.
The cool sensation of IV fluids entering his veins gradually brought Albert back to consciousness.
The green and white surroundings reminded him he was in a hospital.
He scanned the room, not seeing the one person who mattered most.
"Where's Yvette?" Albert tried to sit up.
Vincent deliberately avoided answering, leaning forward to press his shoulders down. "Mr. Valdemar, you need to rest. Whatever it is can wait until you've recovered."
"Where is Yvette?" Albert sensed something was wrong and immediately tried to get out of bed.
The excruciating pain throughout his body reminded him of his injuries.
But what about Yvette? She had been at the epicenter of the explosion!
"Where's Yvette?" Albert asked again.
Vincent stared at him steadily, still not answering.
Albert felt a wave of inexplicable panic. He struggled to sit up, reaching to pull the IV needle from the back of his hand.
Blood immediately seeped out and dripped down, but Albert felt no pain.
Albert thrashed like a wild animal, his hoarse, hollow voice echoing through the hospital room as he roared, "I need to find her!"
Vincent's eyes reddened as he signaled for others to restrain Albert.
His clenched fists hung at his sides as he stared at Albert, speaking each word distinctly, "You won't find her anywhere! She's dead! Blown to pieces with Clifford!"
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