Chapter 473 Dead? Impossible! He Doesn't Buy It
In the sterile hospital room, Albert stood frozen in place, his entire being paralyzed by shock.
Losing Yvette once again shattered what remained of his already fragile psyche, leaving him completely broken.
Taking advantage of his momentary stupor, the staff who had been unable to restrain him earlier seized their chance and forced him back onto the hospital bed.
Albert's already pale complexion turned ghostly white, as if his very soul had been ripped from his body, leaving behind hollow, vacant eyes.
His gaze revealed profound sorrow and despair, unable to accept Vincent's words.
Yvette was dead? Along with Clifford?
How could that be possible? Before he'd lost consciousness, she had been right there before his eyes. All he needed to do was step through that burning doorframe, and he could have held her tight in his arms.
How could she be dead?
He refused to believe it!
Albert's body trembled, his heart consumed by endless pain and helplessness.
"Impossible!" Albert stared intensely at Vincent, as if trying to detect some hint of jest in his eyes. "Tell me the truth! Where exactly did she go?"
Vincent slowly raised his head, his eyes clearly bloodshot. "Mr. Valdemar..."
Albert's eyes blazed with fury. "Dead or alive, I need to see her. I need to see her, no matter what condition she's in!"
"Mr. Valdemar, you should recognize this."
Vincent stopped arguing with Albert and simply produced a photograph.
Albert took it with trembling hands, the dried blood on the back of his hands forming stark, crimson stains.
The photo showed an evidence bag containing a necklace.
"This is what the police showed me—an item recovered from the fire scene."
The diamond necklace still sparkled brilliantly in the photograph, its its brilliance piercing Albert's vision, instantly engulfing him in a suffocating gloom.
It was the necklace he had given her dismissively long ago, before he'd remembered that Yvette was the girl from the countryside all those years back.
In his memory, Yvette had never worn it, yet somehow it had ended up at the fire scene.
Albert lowered his head, his lashes casting small shadows on his lower eyelids.
Vincent's voice cracked as he continued, "You won't be able to see her. After the explosion, the fire burned intensely for hours, reducing the entire factory interior to ash. Her remains... they were likely incinerated along with all the flammable materials on site. The police are trying to see if they can separate any human tissue."
"Shut up! Stop talking! I don't believe she's dead! She wouldn't leave me!" Albert's voice was hoarse as he shouted. "Even if she..."
Albert couldn't finish the sentence. He could only close his eyes in despair, his voice choking with emotion. "I have to see her!"
Seeing Albert's devastated state, Vincent said, "Mr. Valdemar, in an explosion that violent, no one could have survived!"
"I survived!" Albert raised his voice, glaring at Vincent with fury. He didn't want to hear another word about Yvette's death from his lips. "She could survive too!"
"You were at the entrance—she and Clifford were at the epicenter of the explosion!" Vincent's voice slightly broke. "Besides, that rundown factory was filled with toxic chemicals that leaked during the explosion. Even if they weren't killed by the blast, they couldn't have survived the exposure!"
"Shut up! I told you to shut up!"
In his rage, Albert broke free from those restraining him and swept everything off the bedside table onto the floor.
"I said I don't believe it, and I don't! No one can make me believe it!"
News of Yvette's death once again sent shockwaves through Luken, stunning the entire city.
Within the Valdemar family, rumors spread like a virus. Everyone was discussing the tragedy, each person offering their own version of events.
Speculation and gossip emerged endlessly, setting the entire family abuzz.
After his discharge, Albert locked himself in his room, refusing to come out, which infuriated Cheryl.
Cheryl looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "Albert, the Valdemar family is in your hands. You cannot sink into emotional turmoil again. Do you understand?"
The kidnapping incident years ago had nearly destroyed Albert. He had barely managed to pull himself together, only to suffer another devastating blow.
No one knew what Albert might become this time.
Albert sat in his chair, staring fixedly at a photograph of the necklace, silent and surrounded by an aura of cold darkness.
At that moment, a servant knocked on the door. "Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar, the family members have come to see Mr. Albert Valdemar. What should we do?"
Cheryl opened her mouth, about to let them in, when Albert spoke coldly, "Tell them to get lost."
His voice was ice-cold, like a demon from hell, carrying murderous intent that forbade anyone from entering his space.
Cheryl frowned. "Albert, you need to see people. They're your uncles and aunts, and matters concerning the Valdemar Group still require your decisions..."
"I said, tell them to get lost." Albert looked up at Cheryl with a cold snort. "I don't need their fake concern."
"Albert..."
Albert interrupted emotionlessly, "Grandmother, if you still want to see me, keep them from bothering me."
Every time Albert closed his eyes, he dreamed of Yvette.
He could clearly see her kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down her face in complete breakdown. He reached out to touch her, but felt only searing heat.
Albert jolted awake, his entire body drenched in sweat.
He got up from bed and walked downstairs on unsteady feet, only to find that those annoying relatives hadn't left but were chatting in the living room.
"Albert really has terrible luck."
"You can say that again! For a man, the most important thing is his wife's fidelity! Who would have thought his wife would betray him emotionally again this time?"
"Honestly, Yvette is a real piece of work—first she 'dies' and ends up as David's wife, and now she's 'dying for love' with the Hayes family's young master. Seriously, even death can't keep her busy enough!"
A bloodthirsty chill emanated from Albert's entire being. His cold, ruthless eyes narrowed as he strode toward them.
Suddenly, he kicked a trash can toward the group.
The trash can arced through the air before landing with a loud sound in front of them.
The room fell instantly silent, save for the sound of the trash can rolling on the floor.
When they recognized Albert, their expressions shifted from shock to fear.
"Albert, what are you doing?"
Albert's eyes swept across the crowd, his thin lips barely moving as he spat out, "Get out."
He radiated a bone-chilling aura, the air thick with menace.
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