Chapter 481 They Say Our Mommy Is Dead—Is It True?
Valdemar Villa
On the way back from the Valdemar Mansion, Cheryl didn't say a word.
Her longtime servant, worried about her, brought some soothing essential oils for a massage, but Cheryl still looked deeply troubled.
Cheryl closed her eyes, but her body remained tense.
She was getting older and couldn't stay in this state for long.
The old servant gently massaged Cheryl's temples and spoke softly, "Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar, I know you've been avoiding the news lately, but there's something you need to see."
At the mention of the news, Cheryl's body stiffened slightly.
The recent news had been overwhelming, from Sarah's death to Yvette's father being a murderer.
If she weren't the only one left to hold things together, she might have collapsed already.
But if she did collapse, Albert would have no chance of restoring the family's glory.
Cheryl's eyelids fluttered. "Hmm?"
"I'll show you."
The old servant washed her hands, found the trending news from the past few days, and handed it to Cheryl. "Take a look."
Cheryl glanced at it, her brows furrowing. "Violet?"
"Yes," the old servant sighed. "Ms. Swift's fate is truly tragic."
Cheryl was displeased. "Why are you showing me this?"
"You should know that Ms. Swift was the one who leaked the news and stirred things up. This accident is likely related to her," the old servant explained. "You also know Mr. Albert Valdemar's recent actions, so Ms. Swift's fate must have been influenced by him."
Cheryl pressed her lips together, saying nothing, but she understood what the servant was implying.
The old servant continued, "Mr. Albert Valdemar may appear cold, but he's warm-hearted. Even if he didn't cause this, he would have stopped it if he knew it would be this serious."
The old servant sighed and advised, "Mr. Albert Valdemar has never done anything so cruel in his life. He truly loves that girl. You must feel it too, right?"
Cheryl was moved, her eyes reddening.
How could she not know the depth of Albert's feelings for Yvette?
She had once wanted to help them, to let the two people in love be together.
But as the matriarch of the Valdemar Family, she had to prioritize the family's interests.
The old servant applied more essential oil and massaged Cheryl's hand. "He's like his mother, principled and uncompromising. If you still want him as your grandson, you need to let go..."
Night fell.
Albert returned home, his eyes filled with weariness, his face showing signs of fatigue and helplessness.
Even though the experts told him Yvette might still be alive, he couldn't find her.
His steps were slow and heavy as he walked to the sofa and sat down.
Albert rubbed his temples, lost in thought.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Albert looked up to see two children running out.
The living room was dark, illuminated only by the cold moonlight.
Albert was surprised. He checked his watch; it was past 1 AM. Why were the kids still awake?
BoBo and CiCi ran to Albert, climbed onto the sofa, and clung to him.
The two children, small and soft, clung to him as if he were their entire world.
The cold aura around Albert dissipated instantly. He patted their heads and forced a smile. "Why aren't you two asleep? It's late. If you don't sleep, you won't grow tall."
In the darkness, Albert couldn't see BoBo and CiCi's expressions clearly, but he felt they were unusually clingy tonight.
He looked at the two nannies standing by the door, their faces filled with worry.
Albert had a bad feeling and frowned slightly.
CiCi hugged Albert's neck tightly. "Daddy, where did you go? Why are you back so late?"Albert didn't dare say that he went to find Yvette . He just gently rubbed her back to comfort her. "I had work."
He paused, feeling his answer was half-hearted.
He took a deep breath, softened his voice, and explained gently, "I was busy, but if I'm ever late again, I'll let you know in advance."
"Okay," CiCi replied, but her enthusiasm was low. She seemed unhappy, as if she didn't get the answer she wanted.
Albert was about to take them to bed when he noticed something was off with BoBo too.
BoBo, who usually didn't show much affection, was now clinging to his arm, his head buried in Albert's elbow, breathing unusually fast.
Albert reached out to lift his face but felt warmth and wetness.
Albert was stunned. Since the children returned to Luken and came to him, he had rarely seen BoBo cry.
BoBo was always reserved, not one to show his emotions.
Albert's heart tightened. He realized something, his throat moving slightly as he asked in a hoarse voice, "BoBo, what's wrong? Tell me."
BoBo was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a muffled voice, "Where's my mommy?"
BoBo's voice trembled with restraint, making Albert's heart ache.
Albert thought for a moment. "She went on a trip. She'll come back when she's had enough fun."
BoBo and CiCi fell into a strange silence.
Albert's heartbeat quickened. He took a deep breath and, for the first time, stumbled through a lie. "She's very tired. As my wife and your mother, she hasn't had time for herself in a long time. So let's give her some space for a while. When she wants to come home, we'll welcome her, okay?"
BoBo's already rapid breathing became more erratic.
He kept holding back, but finally couldn't anymore, letting out a whimper like a wounded animal.
CiCi, more expressive, burst into tears at Albert's words. "Daddy, you're lying! Lying! Mommy is gone!"
BoBo also started crying. He slowly lifted his head to look at Albert.
In the moonlight, the little boy's cheeks were wet with tears, his face red from suppressed sobs.
His small body trembled as he finally asked Albert, "People say our mommy is dead. Is it true?"
Albert straightened, a rush of emotion rising within him.
He raised his voice, speaking each word clearly, "Listen, your mommy will not die!"
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