Chapter 518 The Children Were Taken Away
Albert's body went rigid, every muscle tense. It felt as if something was hammering against his heart, his breath caught in his throat.
With Yvette still missing, how could he face her if something happened to their children?
The memory of their bright eyes looking up at him, sweetly calling him "Daddy," made his heart sink even further.
A wave of panic and anxiety washed over him as he grabbed his coat and car keys, rushing toward the door.
Self-reproach filled his chest—he should have protected them better.
After Yvette's accident and David's appearance, Albert had been more cautious, more vigilant, even adding extra security. Yet somehow, this had still happened.
Ending the call with the housekeeper, Albert bolted out of the Valdemar Group headquarters to find the children.
Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang again. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unknown number and dismissed the call without hesitation.
The situation was too urgent; he needed to focus entirely on finding BoBo and CiCi.
His car shot forward like an arrow, speeding down the road.
Albert quickly dialed Vincent: "The children are missing. Start investigating immediately."
There was a moment of shocked silence on the other end before Vincent responded, "Right away, Mr. Valdemar."
As soon as he hung up, the unknown number called again. Albert impatiently declined the call. He couldn't afford any distractions—Vincent might call back any moment with crucial information.
When Vincent did call, Albert answered instantly. "Talk to me."
"Mr. Valdemar, we've traced a call to the children's watches from Mrs. Valdemar's number, lasting about a minute. The housekeepers confirmed the children left right after that call," Vincent reported gravely. "Their disappearance is definitely connected to this call."
"Yvette's number?" Albert's brow furrowed deeply. "What have you found?"
"It's Mrs. Valdemar's old number from Eldoria. The children's watches are registered as extensions of that number," Vincent explained. "Since the number was originally set up under David's credentials, if it wasn't Mrs. Valdemar herself calling, he likely reported it lost and had it reactivated to contact the children."
Albert pressed the accelerator harder, the car surging forward through traffic.
"I should have known," he growled, his jaw clenched tight. "David."
By the seaside, Yvette sat in the car, grateful for the heating that kept their thin frames from shivering. She watched as Clifford made call after call, never managing to connect with anyone. Her hopeful expression gradually faded.
Was Albert refusing to answer?
As time ticked by, Clifford's face grew increasingly pale. When they'd first entered the car, he'd suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed, looking as though every organ in his body was in agony.
Though he'd weathered that bout of pain, his body had weakened further. Even speaking seemed to require effort, yet he continued dialing Albert's number for her sake.
"You should rest," Yvette said softly, her dry lips barely moving. "You need to mind your condition."
Clifford paused, his eyes filled with remorse as he looked at her. "I'm sorry. He's probably not answering because he doesn't recognize my number. I've sent someone to find him in person. Don't worry, he'll—" His words dissolved into violent coughing, his face flushing with the effort.
Despite his obvious suffering, he persisted in apologizing: "I'll make this right. What my parents did was unforgivable. I have to—"
Seeing his pain, Yvette's eyes welled with tears. "Mr. Hayes, please don't blame yourself. If we can just get away from here, that's all that matters!"
But her gaze lingered anxiously on his watch-phone. If Albert wouldn't answer, could they escape before Felix and Gabrielle discovered them?
At the Valdemar Mansion, Albert stormed through the front door to find David sitting calmly on the sofa. Seeing Albert enter, David turned and offered a mocking smile.
He had been waiting.
This was deliberate.
These realizations sent Albert's fury skyrocketing. He charged toward David, his eyes blazing as if they could incinerate the man before him.
"David, how sick are you to exploit innocent children's trust just to take them away?" Albert's typically composed voice trembled with rage.
David raised an eyebrow, lifting his chin to meet Albert's gaze directly. "They're my children. I didn't take anything—they belong with me."
His unwavering tone pushed Albert's anger to its limit. "My wife's children are mine!"
"She's my wife," David countered, his eyes flickering. "The mother of my children."
Albert's eyes flashed dangerously. "Her name is Yvette, and this is Novaria!"
"So what?" David's contemptuous gaze traveled over Albert as his lips curled into a sneer. "Albert, don't you have children of your own? Do you have to take someone else's? Can't produce any yourself?"
"David!" Albert's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened, looking as if he might strike at any moment. "If you truly loved her, you wouldn't have exploited her amnesia to deceive her!"
"Even if I did deceive her, what of it?" David slowly rose from the sofa, his tone deliberately provocative. "Those children are ours. Doesn't it bother you to keep them? As a man, don't you imagine her conceiving children with another man?"
Albert's pupils constricted, the air around him turning frigid.
David smiled, intentionally twisting the knife deeper. "She looks most beautiful when she ties her hair up during lovemaking, exposing the nape of her neck. Don't you agree?"
The compressed fury within Albert erupted like a volcano. Like a provoked lion, he radiated lethal intent, his eyes flashing with bloodlust as he lunged forward without warning.
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