Chapter 521 Yvette, I'm Here.
Seeing Clifford sway on the verge of collapse, Yvette knew her decision to follow him had been right. She had suspected all along that Clifford's excuse about going back wasn't just to buy time.
Without hesitation, she rushed forward, using her body to support him before he could hit the ground.
Clifford weakly lifted his eyelids, his gaze meeting Yvette's with resignation. He managed a bitter smile. "It seems I won't be much help to you after all."
Yvette steadied him, feeling his weakness and frailty beneath her hands. Though her eyes betrayed worry and anxiety, she fought to maintain her composure, not wanting to reveal her panic to him.
"Mr. Hayes, just hold on a little longer. As soon as Albert reaches us, I'll get you to a hospital immediately!" she promised.
Clifford shook his head. "I'm fine, just tired. If Mr. Valdemar comes, you should go with him. My parents will send someone to find me."
"You mean leave by myself and abandon you here alone?" Yvette fixed him with an incredulous stare. "Is that really who you think I am?"
"No, that's not—" Clifford began anxiously, trying to explain. But as he opened his mouth, his consciousness grew increasingly foggy, the words he meant to say slipping away from him.
His body swayed slightly before he finally collapsed.
"Mr. Hayes!" Yvette cried out.
Despite his recent weight loss, Clifford still maintained his athletic build from years of fitness training—far too heavy for Yvette's weakened frame to support. She could only ease his fall, preventing him from hitting the ground too hard.
Kneeling beside Clifford's prone form, Yvette desperately tried to rouse him. "Mr. Hayes! Mr. Hayes, please wake up!"
No matter how she called to him, Clifford remained unresponsive.
Tears welled in Yvette's eyes as panic set in. She had no idea when—or if—Albert would arrive.
If Clifford remained unconscious without immediate medical attention, the consequences could be dire. She couldn't bear to contemplate the possibilities.
Clifford's communication watch had died, leaving them completely isolated. Without rescue, not only would Clifford be denied the treatment he urgently needed, but she too might freeze to death on this desolate shore.
Yvette gazed hopelessly at the endless sea, praying for Albert to appear. She needed him now more than ever. Missed him more than words could say.
Albert sat stone-faced in the front of the helicopter, his expression dark as thunder. His gaze remained fixed ahead, as if willing the aircraft to teleport instantly to their destination.
Vincent sat tensely beside him, gripping the armrest and occasionally glancing sideways at Albert. The cabin atmosphere hung heavy with unspoken anxiety.
Though focused entirely on piloting, the captain couldn't help feeling the weight of Albert's penetrating stare boring into his back.
"Faster," Albert commanded suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the silence. It wasn't a request but an order, brooking no argument.
The captain sighed inwardly. As an experienced helicopter pilot, he knew the dangers of excessive speed during a night flight with poor visibility. But Albert clearly didn't care about safety protocols—his only concern was reaching the island and finding Yvette as quickly as possible.
"Mr. Valdemar, I'm afraid that—" the captain began.
Albert's patience snapped. He stood abruptly, clapping a hand on the pilot's shoulder. "Switch to autopilot. Get up."
"What?" The captain balked.
With a steely glare, Albert reached over and activated the controls, practically lifting the captain from his seat. They swiftly exchanged positions as Albert took command of the helicopter, immediately pushing it to maximum speed.
The aircraft surged forward like a falcon diving for prey. Violent turbulence left Vincent and the captain ashen-faced, but Albert remained fearless, his eyes reflecting nothing but single-minded determination.
As the helicopter's roar intensified, the small island finally appeared on the horizon. Watching it grow larger, Albert's tightly drawn features relaxed marginally.
He murmured, "Yvette, I'm coming. Just hold on a little longer. I'm almost there."
Time crawled by, and Yvette's hope dwindled with each passing moment. Her body trembled from weakness and cold as the sea remained stubbornly calm, with no sign of rescue.
Yvette closed her eyes in despair, telling herself to endure just a little longer.
Just as she was beginning to accept their fate, a boat appeared, cutting through the water toward the shore! Her heart leapt with renewed hope.
Carefully setting Clifford down, she ran closer to the water's edge, waving frantically.
"Over here! We're over here!" she shouted.
The vessel headed straight for them, as if Yvette had been their destination all along. Emotion welled up inside her—she was about to see Albert again!
The boat docked smoothly, and several men in black suits disembarked with military precision.
"Please help Mr. Hayes onto the boat," Yvette urged, pointing to Clifford's unconscious form. "He's collapsed and needs urgent medical attention!"
The men nodded, moving with practiced efficiency. Several of them carefully lifted Clifford aboard while another escorted Yvette onto the vessel.
She thought, 'Finally, we're saved!'
Tears of relief filled Yvette's eyes as she looked at the security team. "Where's Albert? Where is he?" she asked, her voice quavering.
The guard lowered his head without answering as the boat began to pull away from shore.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the cabin behind her. Yvette turned eagerly. "Albert—"
Her entire body froze at the sight of the man before her.
"You?" Yvette whispered, stunned to see Felix standing there instead. She trembled with fear. "Where are you taking me now?"
Felix approached her slowly, his eyes reflecting exhaustion beneath their cold indifference. His face remained expressionless, yet he radiated a suffocating aura of menace. He had clearly abandoned any pretense of civility.
As Felix advanced toward her, Yvette backed away instinctively, looking for an escape. But the boat had already drifted from the shore, leaving her with only one desperate option—the sea itself.
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