Chapter 528 A Love Embracing Yvette and the Children
Yvette lay still on the hospital bed, her pallor and fragile breathing betraying her vulnerability.
The faint sounds filtering through from outside caught her sensitive ears—a child crying. The sound twisted her heart, and maternal instinct instantly jolted her awake.
It was CiCi sobbing!
Yvette's chest tightened as she forced herself to sit up, fighting against the weakness that threatened to overcome her. But she was a mother, and her child was crying outside—this drove her to summon every ounce of strength to rise.
She disconnected the monitoring equipment and steadied herself, determined to reach the door. As she approached, BoBo's trembling voice drifted through the gap.
"Is it because you're not our real father that you don't love us as much?"
Yvette froze, holding her breath. What would Albert say? Would he be angry? Would this confirm his suspicions that the children weren't his?
Her anxiety dissolved as Albert responded without hesitation: "I love your mother, and because of that, I love you both. I always will."
Silence fell outside the hospital room as CiCi's crying abruptly stopped. Both children stared at Albert, momentarily speechless.
Love was a word they knew well, but rarely with such conviction.
BoBo blinked his reddened eyes, his expression still defiant yet wavering. "Really? Can you promise that?"
"Absolutely," Albert replied, looking at BoBo not as a four-year-old child but as an equal. "I stand by my word. Always."
In that moment, BoBo understood what it meant to be a true man. He'd been cautiously observing Albert, afraid to trust him too quickly lest he fail to protect Yvette and CiCi.
But now, he surrendered his heart completely to this father figure. He decided then that he would grow to be such a man himself.
CiCi sniffled and tugged at Albert's pant leg. "Daddy, if you love Mommy and us, why won't you let us see her?"
"CiCi," Albert knelt down and lifted her into his arms, speaking softly. "I'll take you both to see her, but you must promise not to cry or disturb her rest, okay?"
CiCi nodded solemnly. "I promise! I won't disturb Mommy!"
Albert took both children by the hand and quietly pushed open the door. Once inside, he lifted them both up as they approached Yvette's bedside.
All three looked up to find Yvette's eyes already open, glistening with emotion.
BoBo and CiCi tensed immediately.
CiCi panicked, looking helplessly between Albert and BoBo, devastated. "Mommy's awake. I woke her up."
Seeing CiCi about to burst into tears again, Yvette quickly spoke up. "CiCi, BoBo, I've had enough rest. Would you like to come give me a hug?"
Her voice was hoarse but gentle—like music to the children's ears after their long separation.
They forgot everything else and ran to her, crying. "Mommy!"
Tears of joy streaming down their faces, they climbed onto the bed and threw themselves into Yvette's arms, as if trying to meld into her very being.
Holding her children again, Yvette felt a whirlwind of emotions. They had been her greatest worry throughout her ordeal.
Weeping, she kissed their foreheads. "BoBo, CiCi, did you miss me?"
"Yes!" They nodded vigorously.
BoBo looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. "Mommy, did you miss us too?"
"Of course," Yvette wiped the tears from his face. "I'm sorry I took so long to come back."
CiCi lifted her head from Yvette's neck, blinking. "Mommy, I was so angry. Bad people said you were dead, but Daddy said you were just away on a trip and would come back someday."
Seeing CiCi's tearful, indignant expression broke Yvette's heart.
She glanced gratefully at Albert, appreciating how he had protected the children's feelings. Only then did she realize Albert had quietly slipped out of the room, giving the three of them privacy for their reunion.
Yvette smiled softly, holding her children close as their emotions gradually settled. Feeling their tight grip on her—being needed again—made Yvette feel truly alive once more.
She was so fortunate, so blessed.
Yvette had no idea how long she had slept.
When she awoke, she found herself enveloped in a familiar warmth and scent. The embrace was comforting, like coming home.
Her vision cleared gradually, finally settling on a familiar face. In the sunlight, Albert's chiseled profile appeared even more striking, the play of light and shadow accentuating his features.
Yvette traced his face with her gaze—from his strong brow to his narrow eyes and thin lips—every feature she had longed to see.
In this moment, her longing surged anew. She had missed him terribly.
Albert wore casual clothes, his sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal the elegant contours of his muscular forearms. Those arms held her securely, explaining the sense of safety she felt.
Yvette blinked, savoring this moment of joy and comfort.
She was back with him. She was home.
"Awake?" Albert asked softly.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Shall I bring the children back to see you?" He stroked the back of her head gently.
"Not yet. Let them rest too. They must have been so frightened." Remembering their helpless faces through the glass, Yvette said remorsefully, "It's my fault. I failed to protect myself and them."
Albert stiffened slightly, his voice husky with emotion. "No, it was my failure. I should have protected our children better."
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