Chapter 482 The Person Who Bought the Factory Surveillance
The string of gloomy days had brought a cold heaviness to Luken.
The long-awaited sun finally appeared, the sky a clear blue, and fluffy white clouds drifted lazily, adding a touch of warmth to the winter morning.
But inside the Valdemar Mansion, Albert's room was shrouded in darkness, the curtains tightly drawn, creating a stark contrast to the bright sunlight outside.
Despite the intense sunlight outside, the room remained pitch black, as if isolated from the world, existing in its own realm.
The room was filled with the strong scent of alcohol, with numerous empty liquor bottles scattered on the floor.
Albert sat amidst the mess of bottles, his hair disheveled, his face haggard, eyes bloodshot and filled with a hollow despair.
Even though he drowned himself in alcohol, trying to numb his pain, the memories still haunted him.
Agony relentlessly assailed Albert's mind, making everything in the room appear all the more desolate and bleak.
Without Yvette, his life felt as hollow and painful as the bottle-strewn room surrounding him.
The pungent odor of alcohol mingled with his loneliness, weighing heavily on his heart and leaving him barely able to breathe.
He tossed aside the empty bottle in his hand and opened another bottle of whiskey.
The amber liquid burned as it went down his throat, but the searing sensation helped to dull the pain in Albert's heart.
Though the alcohol's intoxication was pulling him towards sleep, Albert fought to stay awake.
He hadn't been able to sleep for a long time; every time he closed his eyes, he saw Yvette crying and shaking her head in the midst of flames, an image that wouldn't go away.
It was as if Yvette was questioning him, "Albert, why didn't you come to save me?"
Albert's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately drank more.
"Yvette, where are you? When will I find you?" he murmured.
In the dim room, Albert sat on the floor, leaning against the curtains.
As he raised his hand to drink, his arm accidentally brushed the curtain, letting a sliver of sunlight in.
Albert squinted, unwilling to let the light in, and was about to pull the curtain closed when there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Albert, open the door." It was Doyle's voice.
Albert didn't want to respond, so he just set the bottle down heavily.
The sound of the glass bottle hitting the floor reached Doyle's ears, letting him know Albert was listening.
"Open the door, Albert, or I'll come in myself."
Without waiting for a response, Doyle pushed the door open and walked in.
He strode over to Albert and crouched down, carefully observing his condition.
Seeing that Albert was just drunk, Doyle let out a sigh of relief and then straightened up.
He glanced at the bottles on the floor. "Wow, you've really upped your drinking game. You drank all this and didn't pass out."
Albert didn't even lift his eyelids, muttering, "Who let you in?"
"Just checking if you're still alive," Doyle said, grinning. "Are you really trying to drink yourself to death?"
Albert's lips pressed into a thin line, his aura darkening, and he didn't respond.
Doyle sensed the intense sadness emanating from Albert, and his smile faded. He looked at Albert with a newfound determination. "You haven't even found her yet, and you're already giving up?"
"Who said I would give up?" Albert said, reaching for another bottle.
The pain was too much; only the numbness from alcohol could offer some relief.
Before Albert could grab the bottle, Doyle stopped him. "If you keep this up, you'll collapse. Her family can't find her, and if you fall too, no one will be left to look for her."
At that moment, another figure appeared in the open doorway.
"Mr. Valdemar!"
Albert and Doyle looked up to see Vincent.
Vincent's chest heaved as if he had rushed to find Albert.
"Can I come in?" Vincent asked, slightly out of breath. "It's about your wife."
"Come in," Albert said.
Vincent walked over and crouched in front of Albert. "Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar used her connections and found out who bought the factory's surveillance footage."
Cheryl?
It seemed Cheryl had come around and was no longer trying to stop him from finding Yvette.
Albert's back stiffened, and when he looked up again, his eyes were clear. "Who?"
"It was Mr. Hayes' parents."
Albert stared at Vincent in disbelief. "Clifford's parents? The Hayes family?"
"Yes!"
Albert's Adam's apple bobbed, and hope began to flicker in his eyes.
It seemed the Hayes family had rescued Clifford and Yvette!
Doyle was stunned.
Albert's sudden clarity, despite the overwhelming scent of alcohol, showed no trace of drunkenness.
He truly was a man who wouldn't give up.
Outside Luken, in a suburban villa.
Clifford's parents looked worried, as if they'd aged ten years in just a few days.
Clifford's sister, Anais, accompanied the doctor out of the room, and Clifford's parents immediately approached.
Their breaths were shallow, betraying their anxiety.
Clifford's parents looked at Anais with anxious expressions.
Anais sighed and shook her head.
The light of hope in the elderly couple's eyes dimmed, and they hunched over, burdened by their sorrow.
Clifford's mother, Gabrielle Starmont, had tears in her eyes. "Still not awake?"
The doctor shook his head solemnly. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hayes, but we need to keep monitoring them."
"But weren't they protected from the fire? Why haven't they woken up yet? If this goes on, will they..." Gabrielle's voice grew more frantic.
"Mom!" Anais interrupted, exasperated. "Can you think positively? Stop saying such negative things."
"I'm just worried... Clifford is our only son. If we had known forcing him to take over the family business would lead to this, we never would have insisted!" Gabrielle's eyes were swollen from crying.
The doctor explained, "Mrs. Hayes, although they were protected from the fire, they were still hit on the head. Head injuries and smoke inhalation require time to heal..."
"When will they wake up?" Mr. Hayes asked, his eyes filled with sorrow.
The doctor replied, "It depends on their recovery. No one can say for sure."
Gabrielle cried harder. "It's so unfair. Clifford was kidnapped because of that woman, and now he's more injured than she is. It's just not fair!"
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