Chapter 511 Yvette's Medication Log
Albert's sharp features hardened for a moment, his pupils clouding with darkness. But by the time David's provocative smirk appeared, Albert had already unclenched his fists, his expression returning to its usual composure.
"BoBo and CiCi are my children. They call me 'Daddy.' Yvette is my wife. These are indisputable facts." Albert's voice carried quiet authority.
David faltered, studying Albert intently as if trying to read something in his eyes. Had Yvette somehow found evidence that convinced even the naturally suspicious Albert that BoBo and CiCi were his? No matter how hard David searched Albert's face, he couldn't penetrate the man's thoughts. He couldn't tell whether Albert truly believed the children were his or was simply bluffing.
David lowered his gaze, masking the doubt in his eyes. Albert didn't want to be read, and David had no intention of letting Albert see through him either.
"Albert, are you really willing to raise another man's children?" David pressed.
"I told you—they're my children." Albert glanced at his watch with visible impatience. "David, are you leaving on your own, or shall I have you escorted out? I need to put my children to bed."
Before David could respond, Albert had already called out. "Have him removed."
"Right away, sir." The servant hurried forward to assist David.
Albert had taken several steps toward the room when he suddenly turned back. "Oh, and David's mobility is limited. Don't be too rough—we wouldn't want him getting hurt."
The temperature around David seemed to plummet at those words. Albert knew exactly where to strike, deliberately targeting his most sensitive wound.
David let out a cold laugh, forcing himself to stand despite his discomfort. "No need. I can manage on my own."
Yvette hadn't returned to the Valdemar Mansion.
Clifford knew how desperately Yvette wanted to go home, how much she loved her two children. If Felix and Gabrielle had taken her back, why wouldn't she have rushed straight to the Valdemar Mansion, straight to her children's arms?
Remembering Albert's furious expression, Clifford knew the man wasn't lying. So where had things gone wrong? An inexplicable sense of dread settled in his chest.
Despite his weakened state, Clifford sought out Felix and Gabrielle. When he knocked and entered their room, they were deep in hushed conversation that immediately ceased upon his arrival, both turning to face him with startled expressions.
Clifford's frown deepened, his suspicions growing stronger. He approached them directly. "Dad, Mom. Since Ms. Orlando hasn't returned home, we bear some responsibility. Tell me exactly what happened when you took her back. We need to find her together. She just survived a terrible accident, has no money, and if she's not going home, where could she possibly go?"
Clifford watched their faces carefully, catching the flash of panic in their eyes when he mentioned Yvette. His heart sank as he pressed further. "Do you know where Ms. Orlando went?"
Under his scrutiny, both parents exchanged nervous glances, their hands clasping tightly in front of them, fingers intertwining in obvious anxiety.
"Clifford, if you feel guilty, we'll help you find her," Gabrielle said, her voice heavy with manufactured sorrow.
"Yes, even though she's the reason you're in this condition, we brought her back, so we should help look for her," Felix added.
Clifford's expression softened with self-reproach. "I'm not blaming you. I just want her to be safe."
Gabrielle's eyes reddened as she looked at him. "We want you to be safe too! You're our child, and seeing you so weak like this, it's just..." She lowered her head, hiding her apparent distress.
Felix wrapped his arm around Gabrielle's shoulders, both parents seeming to sink into shared grief.
Clifford took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "So tell me—what exactly do you know?" His voice carried unprecedented gravity.
Felix and Gabrielle exchanged startled looks, clearly not expecting Clifford to remain suspicious despite their emotional display.
Gabrielle's eyes darted away, unable to meet Clifford's clear, penetrating gaze. She had once been an actress, using her skills to help Felix build his empire, but faced with Clifford's innocent, searching eyes, she found herself speechless.
Her lips moved as if to speak, but Felix's warning look silenced her.
Felix cleared his throat, attempting a steady tone. "Clifford, we promise we'll help you search for her. But you must promise us you'll cooperate with your treatment and get better soon, alright?"
Sensing their evasiveness, Clifford felt his worst fears stirring. He couldn't bring himself to believe his parents were involved in Yvette's disappearance, yet he knew further questioning would yield nothing.
Clifford lowered his eyes, suppressing the complex emotions swirling within. "Understood. I'll return to my room and rest."
"Clifford, let us walk you back," they offered.
He shook his head. "No need. I can manage something this simple myself."
Clifford declined his parents' offer and left the room with determined steps. He still didn't know what illness plagued him, only that since the explosion, his condition seemed to worsen daily.
Occasionally, certain medications provided temporary relief, but the effects never lasted long. Once the drugs wore off, waves of agony would crash over him again.
He knew this couldn't continue—he had to discover what was wrong with him.
Passing the doctor's office, Clifford decided to seek answers. He pushed open the door to find the room empty, but as he turned to leave, something caught his eye—an open notebook on the doctor's desk.
Though he wasn't one to pry into others' privacy, the notebook seemed to draw him forward with inexplicable magnetism. He found himself walking over and picking it up.
The first page contained dense notes about various medications—names, dosages, side effects, and more. What were all these drugs? He hadn't taken this many medications, so why would this prescription record be with his doctor?
Clifford flipped to the cover and froze. In the bottom right corner, written in clear letters, was the name "Yvette."
His heart began racing, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Something deep inside him recognized the truth before his mind could process it, his hands beginning to shake violently.
Suddenly, a drop of bright red blood fell onto the page, instantly staining the white paper crimson.
In that moment, Clifford finally understood the horrifying extent of what Felix and Gabrielle had been doing.
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