Chapter 525 I'll Take You Home!
David stared at Albert with a challenging look, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
Albert's body tensed at the challenge, an aura of danger radiating from him. He flexed his wrist and took half a step back, not rushing to counter.
Instead, he fixed his gaze on David, his expression growing increasingly composed.
Albert's piercing eyes seemed to cut through everything, penetrating deep into David's soul. Even the typically calm and wise David furrowed his brow under that analytical stare.
"This is the last chance I'm giving you," Albert said, his voice dropping an octave. "From now on, I won't consider any brotherly ties between us. To me, you're nothing but an enemy who stole my wife and children."
With that, Albert strode toward the exit, his steps quick yet steady.
David watched Albert's gait, then looked down at his own legs, his eyes clouding with bitterness and hatred. He would likely never move as freely as Albert again.
Why was he always the one to lose everything?
This time, it was Albert's turn to suffer loss.
Stepping out of the Valdemar Mansion, Albert's expression hardened further. He turned to Vincent and asked quietly, "Did you find anything?"
Vincent nodded. "There is indeed a basement, but we can't pinpoint the entrance no matter how hard we search."
"Knowing David, the most dangerous place is the safest place. He would take the risk of keeping her and the children right under his nose," Albert said with certainty. "They must be in that basement."
"But how do we get in without finding the entrance?" Vincent asked.
"What about the items I asked you to get?"
"Mr. Valdemar," Vincent hesitated. "Are you sure about this?"
"Stop wasting time. Tell them to bring it," Albert ordered.
"Alright then."
After Albert left, the Valdemar Mansion fell silent again. David sat on the sofa for a long time. When he finally looked up, his eyes showed nothing but coldness.
He slowly rose and, unnoticed by anyone, made his way to the utility closet at the far end of the ground floor. Inside were stacked cleaning supplies, a room typically accessed only by a specific servant—the one who had been kindest to him since childhood.
David entered the closet cautiously and locked the door behind him. At the far end, household items were piled up. He reached behind the wall to press a well-concealed button. The items, along with the floor beneath them, shifted away to reveal a hidden underground passage.
He descended slowly, forcing himself forward despite the discomfort in his legs. Unlike the damp, dark place where Yvette had previously been kept, this basement was brightly lit—indistinguishable from a normal home.
Yvette was just regaining consciousness when David entered. She stiffened at the sight of him.
David approached slowly and sat beside her, looking at her with what appeared to be concern. "Yvette, how are you feeling? Any better?"
Seeing her body tremble, David sighed. "It seems this doctor isn't good enough. Don't worry, I'll find a way to make you well again."
Yvette's eyes followed the IV line up to the bags of medication. She tried to speak but lacked the strength.
David frowned. "I wonder what drugs the Hayes family gave you. Once the effects wore off, you became so weak. Hormones, perhaps?"
He gave a low laugh. "I didn't expect him to find us so quickly. I intercepted his calls with the Hayes family, pretended to be him rescuing you, yet he still followed so quickly. He must have been just a step behind. He must be devastated now, just as I was. Back in the countryside, I was one step too late in confessing my feelings, and he stole you away."
He smiled with grim satisfaction. "Now it's his turn to know how that feels."
David's smile turned cold, more a grimace of hatred than anything else. "I've let him take everything else from me. But you and the children—I won't give up."
At the mention of the children, Yvette tensed visibly, her body radiating rejection and despair. Despite her efforts, her weakness prevented her from struggling. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at David pleadingly.
"Children... children," she managed to whisper.
David reached out, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eye with his fingertip, then tasting them. "Bitter," he said, looking at Yvette with apparent sympathy. "Yvette, don't cry. You know I can't stand to see you cry."
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from overhead. Before anyone could react, a thunderous crash echoed through the space.
Yvette summoned all her strength to look up. The solid ceiling of the vast room shattered like fragile glass, blown open by a massive explosion! Dust and debris scattered everywhere, and Yvette stared in shock.
David's face paled as realization dawned on him.
Yvette watched as Albert's tall figure leaped down through the breach, landing firmly on the ground before striding toward them. His gaze was determined and sharp, cutting through the darkness before her and striking straight to her heart.
With cold fury in his eyes, Albert kicked David to the floor. Yvette stared at Albert, who had descended like a hero, and her tears flowed freely. In that moment, her shattered heart began to mend, wrapped in sudden hope. Her tears were those of someone who had survived against all odds.
David, lying on the floor, abandoned his composure and reached out to stop Albert, only to receive another powerful kick to the chest. The force was tremendous—he felt his internal organs compress, and the taste of blood filled his mouth. Clutching his chest, he could no longer rise.
Albert gathered Yvette into his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious, fragile treasure in the world. His embrace was warm and steady, instantly making Yvette feel safe. She felt his heartbeat and breathing, as if their lives had merged into one.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Albert whispered in her ear.
Yvette weakly shook her head, a smile of happiness appearing on her face despite everything.
"I'm taking you home," Albert declared, lifting Yvette with one arm while removing the IV drip with his other hand.
Yvette tensed slightly, her voice soft and weak in protest. "We can't."
Albert froze. "What?"
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