Chapter 526 Where Are the Children?
In Albert's arms, Yvette clutched his shirt with what little strength remained in her free hand.
"No, we can't," she whispered, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face like raindrops on a windowpane. "The children..."
Albert froze, looking at her in astonishment.
Did she know David had taken the children?
Yvette closed her eyes, her grip tightening on his shirt as if it were the only thing anchoring her to consciousness. "The children are here," she pointed weakly to a nearby closed door. "Take them... home with us."
Those words drained whatever energy she had left.
"I will," Albert pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We'll take them home together."
Reassured by his promise, Yvette finally surrendered to exhaustion and fell unconscious in his arms.
"Yvette!" Albert held her tighter, as if trying to absorb her into his very being, to shield her from any further harm.
His gaze lingered on the door she had indicated—where BoBo and CiCi were also waiting to be rescued. With furrowed brows, he carried Yvette away, his strides purposeful as he moved toward safety, never taking his eyes off her face. She was his entire world, and he wouldn't risk losing sight of her again.
David remained on the floor, the intense pain finally subsiding. Clutching his chest, his face ashen with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, he watched Albert carry Yvette away. His jaw clenched so tightly he nearly cracked his teeth.
Why couldn't he ever win Yvette's heart, no matter how hard he tried? Why was he always one step behind Albert, watching him take everything?
His eyes burned with resentment and fury. He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, the metallic taste growing stronger. Taking a deep breath, he dialed Violet's number.
She answered quickly but remained silent.
"I accept your partnership offer," David's voice was weak but resolute, without a hint of hesitation.
A brief silence hung on the line before Violet's laughter crackled through the static. "Deal."
Yvette's heart raced as if trying to escape her chest. She attempted to calm herself, but fear gripped her throat like an invisible hand.
Her dreams played like a vivid film, dragging her into a nightmarish world of darkness. Though she knew she was dreaming, she remained trapped, unable to wake.
In her dream, she returned to that damp, dark basement, forced to endure injections of various drugs and handfuls of pills. The suffocating darkness filled her with despair even in her sleep.
Everything in the dreamscape felt both surreal and terrifyingly authentic. She searched desperately for an exit, each step a blind grope through endless shadows, her heart heavy with fear as the darkness threatened to swallow her whole.
Only Albert's appearance finally rescued her from the abyss. He emerged with a soft glow that pierced the dark mist, taking her into his arms. His gentle hand stroked her hair, his familiar scent enveloping her. In Albert's embrace, Yvette found unprecedented comfort.
Until the children's fragile cries shattered her newfound peace.
The children.
Yvette's brow furrowed in her sleep, fresh tears escaping from beneath her closed lids.
Her last memory of seeing them was while she lay in bed, with the children in another room. After David brought her to the underground chamber, she was horrified to discover a large room without windows, only a distant door.
"Yvette, would you like to see our children?" David had asked, his voice cold as he caressed her face.
As he spoke, he pressed a remote control, and the door slid open horizontally, revealing an enormous glass panel.
Through it, Yvette saw her two children confined in a cramped room. Books and toys lay scattered around them, but they had no interest in them. The two small figures huddled together, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty as they glanced helplessly around.
The one-way glass allowed her to see them, while they remained unaware of her presence just beyond it.
Yvette couldn't understand why they were there, her shock overwhelming.
"You see," David's low voice reached her ears, "after you disappeared, Albert didn't want them anymore."
Yvette shook her head frantically. She desperately wanted to break through the glass and hold them, but her body was too weak to even sit up.
She couldn't believe Albert would abandon them. Even if he doubted BoBo and CiCi were his biological children, he had always treated them as his own.
"Impossible," she whispered.
David stood beside her, watching coldly, his eyes devoid of compassion. "He dumped the children with me. How can you still believe in him?"
As Yvette stared at those two helpless little faces, her emotions overwhelmed her, and darkness claimed her consciousness.
Now, trapped in her dream, Yvette relived that agony, unable to escape its grip.
"Yvette! Wake up!"
Still caught in her nightmare, Yvette heard that beloved voice calling to her. It seemed to travel from a great distance, yet reached her ears with perfect clarity.
Albert.
He really did rescue me—it wasn't just a dream!
Summoning all her strength, Yvette slowly opened her eyes to find that familiar figure beside her.
Albert sat at her bedside, heavy dark circles under his eyes and exhaustion etched across his features. Yet his gaze remained fixed on her, afraid she might vanish again if he looked away.
Momentarily confused, Yvette blinked, and immediately found herself enveloped in that familiar, comforting embrace.
"You're awake!" Albert's voice—usually so composed and controlled—trembled with emotion.
Yvette tried to speak, her voice hoarse and faint. "The children... where are they?"
She remembered telling Albert their location before losing consciousness.
Albert's voice dropped low as he whispered in her ear, "Focus on getting better first. We'll discuss everything else when you're stronger."
Yvette froze, her chest heaving with sudden panic.
Had he failed to rescue the children after all?
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