Chapter 504 Yvette Wants to Meet the Hayes Family

In this ancient, mysterious house, time seemed suspended in amber.

Violet moved through the dimly lit corridors wearing a mask, her footsteps echoing on stairs worn smooth by decades of use as she searched room after room. She methodically combed through every possible hiding place where experimental drugs might be concealed, knowing her grandfather's meticulous nature—he would have kept samples of everything at home, even after his laboratory was long gone.

No drawer escaped her scrutiny, no cabinet remained unopened, no crevice unexplored. Her pulse thundered in her ears as her world narrowed to this singular obsession: finding what she needed.

Finally, in a dust-sealed drawer, her fingers closed around salvation itself.

The vacuum-sealed vial was deceptively simple, bearing her grandfather's name, a date, and most crucially—the name of that lethal heavy metal compound. The glass felt cool against her trembling fingers as she turned it slowly, studying the faded label with mounting euphoria.

"At last," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

Wild joy blazed in her eyes as her hands shook uncontrollably, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. This was it—her ticket out of hell. Even without the formula, having the actual compound meant replication would be child's play.

Violet clutched the vial like a talisman, hatred burning bright in her gaze. Her mind raced through scenarios of revenge against Albert and Yvette—the architects of her suffering. She savored imagining their terror, their agony, when she finally stood before them with cold, pitiless eyes.

Now she could not only survive but strike back with devastating force. Albert, Yvette—whatever cruelty you've shown me, I'll return tenfold. You think your love is unbreakable? We'll see just how deep it really runs.

Yvette's already fragile body felt like it was unraveling completely, her thoughts a chaotic tangle. She opened her eyes slowly, her pale face ghostly, pupils unfocused as if questioning her own senses.

The medication coursing through her veins brought temporary clarity, but with it came crushing realization and unbearable physical agony. She doubled over, clutching her abdomen as violent tremors wracked her frame.

As a doctor, she understood exactly what heavy metal radiation poisoning meant—the inexorable march toward death, the systematic failure of every organ. The unspeakable pain, the suffocating despair, felt like falling into an endless abyss.

Silent tears carved tracks down her cheeks, dropping onto her ice-cold hands in the darkness. Regret consumed her—she should never have questioned the timing of that pregnancy. Deep down, she'd known the baby represented hope, a future, a possible turning point with Albert. But she'd been too stubborn, too afraid.

While she lay unconscious, they'd torn that hope away to continue their experiments on Clifford. The thought sent lightning bolts of agony through her chest, stealing her breath.

Self-loathing and remorse flooded her heart. She despised herself for failing to protect what mattered most, for only recognizing her love after it was brutally taken away.

"God..." she sobbed, curling into herself on the frigid bed, tears streaming endlessly down her face. Her heart shattered, her soul trembled, her life ebbed away—all because of her mistakes, her foolishness, her helplessness.

Perhaps facing imminent death made her mind drift to memories of Albert. Strangely, instead of their painful moments, she recalled the beautiful times—warm embraces, tender kisses, the way he'd seemed cold but constantly watched over her in the countryside.

She remembered his promises, his awkward but genuine care. How else could someone as proud as Albert treat BoBo and CiCi as his own, even believing they weren't his blood? How else could he choose to stay with her?

Covering her swollen, tear-stained eyes, Yvette whispered brokenly, "Albert... why me? Why did it have to end like this?"

Thinking of the children, of Albert, finally broke her completely.

Biting her lip hard, she forced her weakened body upright and staggered to the iron door, pounding against it with desperate fury. The heavy chains rattled and clanged with each blow.

"Let me out! Let me out right now!"

Her voice was raw, her small face twisted with manic hatred and despair. Scalding tears poured down her arms—thinner and paler than ever—before hitting the frozen floor. Moonlight filtered through the tiny window, casting everything in deathly silver.

"Open this door! I demand to see the Hayes family!"

She screamed until her throat was shredded, repeating the demand endlessly until finally a nurse appeared, clearly irritated by the disturbance.

"What's all this racket? Stop your screaming!"

The nurse looked at Yvette with disgust, seeing nothing but a deranged prisoner. But Yvette was past caring about appearances—madness was her only weapon against certain death.

"Bring Clifford's parents here. I need to see them immediately!"

The nurse scoffed. "Who are you to make demands?"

"Because you need me alive!" Yvette's voice was deadly calm, but her eyes blazed with razor-sharp intensity. "If they don't come, I'll die right here, right now—and then they'll have nothing left to exploit!"

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