Chapter 508 Save Yvette? Do You Even Have What It Takes?
Albert cut Violet off mid-sentence and ended the call without ceremony. His fingers moved swiftly across his phone screen, his gaze sharp and focused.
Vincent, who had been waiting outside and heard the line go dead, entered the room promptly.
"Mr. Valdemar," Vincent approached Albert's desk.
Albert didn't look up from his phone, his voice commanding as he continued working. "Trace that incoming call. I want the IP address, her recent contacts, everywhere she's been—everything."
If Clifford's condition required something from Violet, then perhaps Yvette's situation did too. Albert didn't know what Violet possessed that could make the Hayes family risk everything, but it had to be crucial.
He couldn't let her slip away.
Vincent nodded. "I already had our people start tracing Ms. Swift's earlier call, but she's using virtual addresses and masked IPs. It'll take time to break through."
"Good. Keep at it," Albert replied tersely.
After hanging up, Violet's eyes narrowed to slits, her expression twisting into something cold and malevolent. A murderous gleam flickered in her gaze.
She felt her heart burning with an unquenchable flame of rage. Her grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles went white, and she bit her lip hard enough to leave deep marks. Her body trembled slightly as she fought to contain the fury building inside her.
"That was your last chance," Violet's voice came out as a low, hoarse rasp, as if dragged from the depths of her throat. Her stare grew increasingly razor-sharp. "You'll pay dearly for your arrogance."
Her words dripped with hatred and fury, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
"Save Yvette? Do you even have what it takes?" A mocking smile curved her lips, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
After learning the full truth about the heavy metal poisoning, Violet had studied every detail of the substance and its effects. She alone possessed the antidote—not even someone as powerful as Albert could develop a cure in such a short timeframe. Even if he assembled the world's most brilliant research team, would he really dare use an untested drug on Yvette without proper human trials?
The thought made Violet laugh—a sound both sinister and triumphant, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.
She murmured, "Albert, I gave you a chance. You'll regret not getting on your knees today, begging me for that antidote."
Eldoria
David stood silently by the window, his silhouette lonely against the streaming sunlight. The room's atmosphere felt heavy and still, broken only by the quiet breathing of David and his assistant, Efrain Hubbard.
Efrain watched David's motionless figure with growing concern. David's second surgery had gone reasonably well, but his recovery remained frustratingly slow. Just as he'd begun to show improvement, news of Yvette's disappearance had reached Eldoria—and David's ears.
Since learning about Yvette, David had fallen into this silent vigil by the window, lost in thought for what felt like hours.
Efrain glanced at his watch. The day was growing late. After a moment's hesitation, he stepped forward with genuine concern.
"Mr. Valdemar, are you all right?"
David had been deep in contemplation when Efrain's voice drew him back. He turned slightly, and Efrain was startled to see the faint trace of a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.
Efrain blinked in surprise. He'd expected David to be devastated, perhaps even furious about the news. Instead, his expression showed no emotional turmoil whatsoever—if anything, there was that barely perceptible hint of amusement.
The smile was so subtle it was almost imperceptible, yet it left Efrain genuinely shocked.
Didn't he love Yvette deeply?
"I'm fine," David replied casually.
He turned back to the window, his gaze once again calm as still water. As he stared into the distance, a gentle breeze drifted through the window, stirring his hair.
Not far from the villa stretched a vast maple grove. When Yvette had still been in Eldoria, she'd often taken the children there for walks, calling it the place where she felt most at peace. She'd said she would always love it there, no matter what.
Later, when she'd recovered her memory and returned to Eldoria, she hadn't spared even a glance for that maple grove—not even during peak autumn, when the leaves were at their most spectacular.
Just as she'd never spared another glance for him.
Suddenly, David's phone rang. He turned toward the desk where it lay, instinctively moving to retrieve it, but his legs remained unresponsive.
David's brow furrowed slightly, his heart sinking. The surgery had only reduced the duration of his paralysis—it hadn't truly healed him.
Efrain quickly brought the phone over and handed it to David.
It was James calling.
David let out a derisive chuckle. He'd known James wouldn't let this opportunity pass.
David answered with deliberate composure. "Hello, Dad. What can I do for you?"
"David, my boy, how are you feeling? Is your recovery going well?"
James's artificially warm tone grated on David's nerves. His father had never shown genuine concern for his surgeries or health—especially not now, when James likely saw him as little more than a broken man.
David's expression remained cold, though his voice maintained its usual gentle cadence. "I'm managing. Still recovering."
James didn't waste time with pleasantries. "David, do you want control of the Valdemar Group? What do you say we join forces?"
David felt no surprise whatsoever. He suppressed a cold laugh while maintaining his composure, deliberately letting silence stretch between them.
As expected, James grew impatient and pressed on. "Think about it—Albert's so consumed with finding Yvette that he can't possibly focus on the company. No matter how capable he is, there are only so many hours in a day. Don't you agree?"
"Dad," David replied with a bitter laugh, "given my current physical condition, I'm hardly in any shape to get involved in family power struggles."
David knew James wouldn't give up—not when he lacked the strength to challenge Albert alone.
James clicked his tongue in frustration. "Of course I want you to prioritize your health, but this is our best chance! The timing couldn't be better!"
David's eyes flashed with contempt, though his voice remained measured. "I understand. If you need my help, I'll do whatever I can to support you."
"Excellent! That's all I needed to hear!" James laughed with obvious excitement. "Now focus on getting better!"
After ending the call, David's smile vanished entirely. He let out a cold laugh, his entire demeanor radiating icy disdain.
Efrain hesitated before speaking carefully. "Mr. David Valdemar, are you really planning to ally with Mr. James Valdemar? After all, with Albert distracted by his obsession with Yvette, this might indeed be the perfect opportunity."
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