Chapter 517 BoBo! Mommy's Call!
Determination gleamed in Clifford's eyes as he spoke, his voice low and powerful. His words pierced through the darkness of Yvette's world like a ray of light.
Yvette's heart raced, a surge of strength flowing through her weakened body. The confusion in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a glimmer of hope.
Clifford's brief statement landed like a stone in still water, sending ripples across her consciousness. Despite the long and challenging road ahead, his assurance that Albert was searching for her gave Yvette the courage to continue.
"Can I really get back to him safely?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Absolutely," Clifford replied with conviction. "I'll get you out of here and back to him. Back to your children too."
Gratitude toward Clifford washed over Yvette like a warm current. Her repeatedly shattered confidence suddenly rebuilt itself, stronger than before.
She trusted Clifford and believed she could endure until she returned to Albert and their children.
No matter what happened to her body afterward, she had to make it back.
Time passed slowly. Another set of hurried footsteps outside made Yvette and Clifford tense again.
In their cramped, dark hiding place, they pressed close together, silently encouraging each other. They listened intently, hoping to determine when the danger had passed.
Eventually, the sounds outside disappeared. Yvette looked anxiously at Clifford, hoping his prediction that their pursuers had left the island was correct. Though Clifford returned her gaze, he dared not move or check outside prematurely.
Suddenly, a faint light broke through the darkness. Clifford's electronic watch illuminated, cutting through the oppressive blackness and tension.
Clifford looked up, and in the dim light, Yvette clearly saw excitement flash across his face.
"The coast is clear. We can find a way out now," he said.
His hopeful expression ignited something in Yvette. She nodded vigorously, finally allowing herself to breathe.
They cautiously emerged from their hiding place. Outside was quiet and peaceful, without a soul in sight.
Yvette followed Clifford until they reached the vehicle he had arranged. Only then did she exhale deeply with relief.
"I only have this watch to communicate with," Clifford explained. "It's connected to our ride to the other side of the island. That area is practically abandoned—they won't look for us there."
"What then?" Yvette asked nervously. "Will we leave by boat or plane?"
"I'm sorry, but given our circumstances, I can't access either," Clifford said. Seeing panic flash across Yvette's face, he quickly added, "But I've sent someone to contact Mr. Valdemar. No one can stop his planes or boats."
"Good!" Yvette's eyes brightened. Her escape was within reach.
Just then, Clifford, who had been pushing himself to his limits, suddenly turned pale. He clutched his chest, his expression contorted with pain as he began to collapse.
"Mr. Hayes!" Yvette cried out.
Meanwhile, in a bedroom across town, BoBo and CiCi's childish conversation filled the air.
"BoBo, I finished my book. Can I look at yours?" CiCi asked.
Without looking up, BoBo replied, "Come over and we can read it together."
"Okay, but I want to start from the beginning!" CiCi insisted.
BoBo sighed and flipped to the first page. "Then come here."
"Yay!" CiCi smiled, skipping toward BoBo. Before she could sit down, the smartwatch on the bedside table began to ring.
"You get it," BoBo said.
"Okay." CiCi trotted over on her short legs, muttering, "Who could it be? Is someone calling to invite us to play?"
CiCi picked up the watch and her eyes lit up when she saw "Mom" on the display.
"BoBo! It's Mommy!" she shouted excitedly.
BoBo froze for a moment before dropping the picture book and rushing over to grab the watch. He answered the call, putting it on speaker so both children could hear.
"Mommy!" they called out expectantly.
A man's voice came through instead.
"BoBo, CiCi, it's me," David said warmly, his voice slightly distorted by static.
The children exchanged puzzled looks. "Daddy, why are you using Mommy's phone?"
"I found her!" David laughed. "She's not with me right now—she went to the restroom. I thought I'd use her phone to give you two a heads-up." His voice was enticing, like a siren's call. "BoBo, CiCi, would you like to come and surprise Mommy?"
"Really?" Their faces lit up with excitement.
"Of course! I've sent a driver to pick you up. Open the door and come out right away. Don't alert the housekeepers," David added with a chuckle. "If they try to stop you, Mommy might leave before you get here."
In the president's office of the Valdemar Group, Albert's intense gaze was fixed on his computer screen, his fingers rapidly typing as he processed important documents and emails.
The sudden vibration of his phone broke the silence. He glanced at it, frowning slightly when he saw the call was from one of the housekeepers—they rarely contacted him unless it concerned the children.
Albert's brow furrowed as he answered the call.
"Mr. Valdemar!" The housekeeper's voice was tense and hurried. "I'm sorry to disturb your work, but the children have run away on their own."
Albert's expression immediately darkened, a flash of alarm crossing his face as he stood up. "What do you mean, 'run away'?"
"They were reading and wouldn't let us in, so we were cleaning outside," the housekeeper explained, her voice trembling. "Suddenly, they opened the door and ran out without saying anything. And then..."
Albert's gaze turned icy. "Go on."
"Two men were waiting outside. They took the children away!"
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