Chapter 527 Fortunately, You Are Back
Yvette's heart leaped into her throat as she frantically scanned the room, searching desperately for any sign of BoBo and CiCi. But the spacious chamber held only herself and Albert.
Albert's words had completely shattered her. Her face turned ashen as she asked with a trembling voice, "They were just in the next room. Why didn't you save them?"
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Yvette's cheeks as she teetered on the edge of emotional collapse. "Those are our children! How could you leave them in someone else's hands?"
Albert froze, suddenly realizing Yvette believed he had left their children behind.
"Not save them? How could you think that?" He pulled her into a tight embrace, his large hand moving soothingly across her back. "You've just woken up and you're still weak. The children were exhausted after being taken—they fell asleep as soon as they got home and haven't woken yet."
He raised his hand to gently trace her face with his fingertips. "When you're feeling better and they're awake, I'll bring them to see you."
Days of searching had left Albert exhausted as well, his voice hoarse with a magnetic quality that resonated through Yvette's heart.
She stared at him in disbelief. "The children... they're home?"
"Of course." Albert released her slightly to look into her eyes, his gaze as deep as the ocean. "I would never abandon them."
Yvette's throat tightened, and this time her tears flowed from overwhelming joy at having her family restored. Thank God he hadn't left her children behind.
"I'm sorry," Albert said, looking at her with pained tenderness. "I failed to protect you and our children."
Yvette shook her head, tears falling freely. Unable to bear the distance between them any longer, she threw herself into his arms, clinging to him tightly.
Feeling his solid chest and beating heart against her, Yvette couldn't contain her emotions.
Her mind was a chaotic whirl. There was so much she wanted to tell him—that she knew he had tried to save her, that she had misunderstood him.
She wanted to tell him about the evidence in the safe proving the children were born before Christmas, proof that BoBo and CiCi were truly his biological children, that nothing had happened between her and David.
Most of all, she wanted to tell him how much she had missed him, how much she loved him. But with so many thoughts racing through her mind, she didn't know where to begin.
Yvette sniffled, her voice breaking as she spoke. "Albert, I thought I'd never make it back. I thought I'd never see you or the children again."
"Nonsense." Even the typically stoic Albert's eyes had reddened. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to her forehead. "I never doubted for a second that I would find you."
Yvette's tears flowed more forcefully. He had never doubted his ability to find her, just as he never had in the past.
All this time, she had been the one doubting his love for her, refusing to acknowledge it. Yet deep down, she had always felt it.
"Albert, I—" Yvette choked on her words, her voice too thick with emotion to continue.
Albert wrapped his arm around her now-thinner waist, silencing the words she couldn't express. "Having you back is all that matters," he said in a deep, rich voice. "Nothing else is important."
His words were like cool, clear water, instantly nourishing Yvette's heart. The wellspring filled her completely, causing tears of gratitude to flow continuously, dampening Albert's shirt.
Seeing her unable to speak through her tears, Albert gently stroked her soft hair. His voice was low and slightly husky as he spoke, each word laden with emotion and memory.
"I thought I was going to lose you again." His voice carried an indelible pain, and his deep eyes glistened. "That feeling of the world collapsing returned." His hand moved to cradle the back of her head, pressing her cheek firmly against his chest as if to reassure himself of her presence. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I questioned my very purpose again."
"David was right about one thing," Albert continued, his breathing slightly labored. "I couldn't protect my own woman and children."
Yvette listened to Albert's words, unable to respond except to shake her head tearfully. He had saved her and their children—he could protect them.
"If I hadn't known he was certainly by your side, those explosives might have landed directly on his head." Albert's voice turned cold and deadly, filled with bloodthirsty rage. "I wouldn't have spared either him or Violet."
Yvette was shocked. She hadn't realized Albert had contemplated killing his twin brother and Violet because of her. She clutched his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric in her grip.
Feeling her tension, Albert realized he shouldn't have revealed this darker side to Yvette. He placed a gentle kiss near her ear, softening his tone. "I know I have you and the children. I wouldn't be so reckless."
Sunlight streamed through the bright windows, bathing the room and enveloping the couple in its glow. The relief and happiness of their survival made it impossible for Yvette and Albert to let go of each other. So many unspoken words seemed to be conveyed in their embrace.
Their prolonged hug was more heart-stirring than the most passionate of encounters. Yvette felt her chest filled with Albert's presence, her eyes unable to contain her tears and emotions. She buried her face in his neck, continuously breathing in his scent.
"I was so terrified," Yvette whispered shakily. "At first, I thought I would die in the explosion. Then, after somehow surviving, they kept me locked up. I couldn't see you or the children. I didn't know if I'd ever make it back alive."
Her voice betrayed her lingering panic, only calming slightly at the reassurance of his touch. Finally, she choked out, "Thank God I made it back."
In that moment, nothing was more fortunate than returning to his side, even if her remaining time might be limited.
"Thank God you came back," Albert echoed.
They held each other tightly, their body heat and heartbeats seemingly merging into one.
"I'm never letting you go again," Albert said, gently tilting Yvette's face up and wiping away her tears, his eyes filled with concern. "Never again."
The intensity of emotion proved too much for Yvette's weakened body, and she fell asleep once more in Albert's arms.
She lay peacefully against him, her breathing steady and even, her closed eyes giving her a serene appearance.
Albert stiffened, looking down at Yvette with a drastically changed expression, his arms tightening around her.
"Yvette!" he called urgently.
His voice was filled with worry and tension as he tried to wake her, but she remained unconscious in his arms.
Albert's breathing quickened, his thoughts in disarray. He couldn't bear the thought of anything else happening to Yvette.
He pulled out his phone, his voice shaking as he barked at Doyle on the other end: "Come quickly! Yvette has fainted!"
Less than a minute later, Doyle rushed into the room, his expression grave.
Though this was Albert's home, it contained various sophisticated medical equipment, all prepared specifically for Yvette.
Doyle strode forward but was blocked by Albert.
"Move," Doyle commanded firmly.
The specialists and professors nearby looked at Doyle in surprise, shocked that he would speak to Albert in such a tone.
Yet Albert said nothing, stepping back to give them space.
Doyle's gaze was focused and sharp, exuding professionalism and calm. He checked Yvette's vital signs on the monitors and examined her physical condition.
Albert stood behind him, pale-faced, staring intently at Yvette but not daring to approach and potentially interfere with Doyle's assessment.
After a while, Doyle finally exhaled deeply, straightened up, and turned to Albert.
"Albert, must you always overreact?" Doyle asked, exasperated.
Albert frowned. "What's wrong with her?"
"She's been under constant stress. Even when unconscious, she couldn't properly rest," Doyle explained reassuringly. "She's simply exhausted and has fallen asleep. Don't worry."
Relief flashed across Albert's face, though concern lingered.
He studied Doyle intently and asked again, "She didn't faint?"
"Of course not. Rest assured, she'll wake up after she's had enough sleep," Doyle explained. "Her condition is unstable, but we're still investigating why. I've contacted several specialists. She's in no immediate danger."
The word "immediate" darkened Albert's expression, but he knew this situation couldn't be rushed.
Albert gazed silently at Yvette's pale face, his heart wrenching at the thought of what she might have endured.
"Shouldn't we run more tests?" Albert pressed.
"Albert!" Doyle sighed in exasperation. "Just let her sleep! If you keep disturbing her like this, she'll wake up again!"
BoBo and CiCi sat at the end of the hallway, their eyes fixed on the door to Yvette's room, their gazes filled with indescribable anxiety and longing.
A nearby servant watched them and sighed softly.
These children, despite being surrounded by their favorite toys, had no interest in playing.
Having cared for them for so long, she knew how mature these children were. So young, yet able to contain their emotions despite not seeing their mother for so long.
But children are still children. After watching doctors come and go for hours, CiCi's composure finally broke.
Large teardrops fell from her eyes as she turned to BoBo. "BoBo, I want to see Mommy!"
BoBo's lips quivered, but he held back. He wanted to see Yvette just as badly, but Albert had told them they would disturb her rest if they went in.
BoBo took a deep breath, struggling to control his emotions. With Yvette gone, he had to be the man of the house, protecting and comforting CiCi.
"CiCi, Mommy is still resting," he said softly. "We can't disturb her. She's been through a lot."
Hearing BoBo's words, CiCi broke down completely. "But I miss Mommy so much! I can't stand it anymore, BoBo! I need to see her! Mommy, Mommy!"
CiCi's cries were always particularly piercing. BoBo tried to quiet her, not wanting to disturb Yvette's rest, but the emotion in her voice brought tears to his eyes as well.
He missed Yvette terribly too.
"Mommy," CiCi wept tirelessly.
Fearing she would disturb Yvette—and perhaps also to satisfy his own secret wish—BoBo made a suggestion.
"CiCi, stop crying. I'll take you to Mommy's door, but you have to promise not to rush in or cry anymore. If you wake Mommy up, she'll be angry and might not talk to you again. Understand?"
Despite her grief, CiCi bit her lower lip hard, her large eyes blinking rapidly as she suppressed her sobs.
BoBo led CiCi to the doorway. Just as they were about to peek inside, the door suddenly opened.
Albert stepped out, startling both children.
"Daddy," CiCi called, her voice thick with tears.
Albert knelt down, placing his finger to his lips in a silencing gesture. "Mommy just fell asleep."
CiCi's big eyes were filled with tears, several falling with each blink. Her glossy lips pouted as she fought back sobs. "Daddy, I need to see Mommy!"
"Be a good girl, CiCi. When Mommy wakes up, I'll take you both in to be with her, okay?"
CiCi refused, shaking her head vigorously. "No!"
She clasped her hands together, rubbing them anxiously as she pleaded, "Daddy, please. I miss Mommy so much. I'll be very quiet! I need to see her!"
CiCi struggled to contain her sobs but couldn't help breaking down.
Albert looked at her helplessly. He understood how much she missed Yvette—even he couldn't resist the power of longing.
He raised his hand, about to reach out and comfort CiCi, planning to calm her before taking them both to see Yvette briefly.
But before his hand reached CiCi, BoBo's trembling voice stopped him.
"Is it because you're not our real daddy that you don't like us as much?"
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