Chapter 535 BoBo and CiCi are Albert's Children
Albert took the envelope Yvette handed him, his slender fingers opening it without hesitation, almost without thought.
Inside was a photograph of Yvette just after giving birth, smiling as she held two children in her arms.
The babies in their swaddling clothes were tender and adorable, their round eyes wide open, curiously exploring this new world with innocent wonder.
Though the children were still too young to have fully developed features, even as newborns, their faces already bore traces that reminded Albert of someone—but his expression darkened slightly, a shadow crossing his brow as realization struck.
Not his features. David's.
His fingers traced over the photograph gently, as if trying to feel the warmth of the children captured there, but his gaze grew distant and cold.
He drew a deep breath, trying to steady the turmoil within. He had promised to treat them as his own children—he had to face this, had to accept it.
Albert lowered his eyes briefly, and when he looked up again, his expression had returned to calm composure.
He slipped the photograph back into the envelope, gripping it tightly. "They were already so beautiful when they were born," Albert said, his voice steady and unreadable.
Yvette caught the shift in Albert's expression and understood his thoughts. She raised her hand, pointing to the background behind her in the photo, trying to keep her voice from trembling, making it softer. "Did you notice the background?"
Albert's gaze had been fixed on the children's cherubic faces, but at Yvette's words, he shifted his attention to what lay behind her.
Behind Yvette stood two large Christmas trees, the room filled with festive decorations and holiday atmosphere.
Albert's eyes moved from the photograph to Yvette, confusion flickering in his gaze.
Seeing the moisture gathering in Yvette's eyes, Albert suddenly understood. His heart began to race, a spark of realization lighting his eyes.
He looked down again, gripping the photograph tightly, studying the two children's faces intently—their skin as pure and flawless as morning light.
Shock flashed through Albert's eyes as he looked between the photograph and Yvette, the confusion in his mind beginning to clear like fog lifting at dawn.
His hands trembled slightly, nearly unable to hold the photograph steady.
Albert's lips parted, trembling as he spoke, "When exactly were BoBo and CiCi born?"
"As you can see," Yvette replied, her own excitement building at Albert's reaction. She swallowed hard, trying to control her emotions. "They were born before Christmas."
Albert's heart was instantly flooded with complex emotions—shock, joy, pain, and regret all warring within him.
Looking at those two tender little faces in the photograph, those two precious lives, Albert felt his eyes grow moist.
Albert finally realized the truth: BoBo and CiCi were his children!
And he had missed their early days because of his own stubborn disbelief.
What Albert regretted most was that Yvette had told him the truth, but he had refused to believe her.
Albert took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He looked at Yvette, his eyes filled with remorse and regret.
Albert gazed at Yvette, his eyes rimmed with red.
Albert was finally certain—even if the paternity test couldn't prove it, even if David had said those things to confuse him, he knew without doubt that BoBo and CiCi were his children!
"Yvette," Albert's voice was hoarse, as if invisible hands were choking him, leaving him speechless.
He had so much he wanted to tell her, but knowing he was the architect of this entire situation, he opened his mouth and could only manage a trembling. "I'm sorry."
God knew how desperately he wanted to hold Yvette close and pour out his heart to her.
But he didn't dare—he was afraid she might be angry with him.
Albert struggled to contain the wild mixture of joy and regret threatening to overwhelm him.
Yvette looked up, her reddened eyes meeting his gaze. "Can you believe me now? BoBo and CiCi are your children. Nothing ever happened between David and me."
Albert nodded solemnly, finally unable to suppress his impulse any longer, and pulled Yvette into his arms.
He held her tightly, with the desperate strength of someone afraid she might leave him at any moment.
His voice was low as he whispered in her ear. "I believe you. BoBo and CiCi are mine, and you have always been mine too."
Like fog finally dispersed by sunlight and gentle breeze, Yvette's heart felt clear and bright.
Yvette could no longer hold back her tears. They streamed down her cheeks and fell onto his shoulder.
Yvette raised her arms, holding him tightly around his narrow waist, as if trying to etch this moment permanently into her heart.
Neither needed words—this embrace alone brought their hearts closer together, warming each other's souls.
After what felt like an eternity, Albert finally emerged from the overwhelming tide of emotions.
He released Yvette and looked down at her. "BoBo and CiCi don't know yet, do they?"
Remembering how BoBo suspected Albert didn't like them because he thought Albert wasn't their biological father, Yvette felt a pang of sadness.
She nodded. "They're still so young. The adult world is too complicated for them to understand. I haven't figured out how to tell them yet."
"But BoBo is very perceptive," Albert said, studying Yvette intently. "And CiCi will understand too."
"I know they love me and will support me unconditionally," Yvette pressed her lips together. "But support is one thing, understanding is another, and acceptance is yet another. BoBo is already too thoughtful for his age, which makes me feel guilty. I want them to keep their childhood innocence and joy, not get caught up in adult problems. That's not their burden to bear."
Albert frowned slightly but understood her concern.
He had been that serious, understanding child himself—knowing too much, living too hard.
Albert took a deep breath. "I'm their biological father. Isn't that good news for them?"
"It is good news, but how do we explain why they've been calling David 'Daddy'?" Yvette looked at Albert with concern. "We need to think carefully about how to tell them the truth."
Albert's lips pressed into a thin line. After a long moment, he asked, "Do you trust me?"
Yvette blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Do you trust me?" Albert said earnestly. "If you trust me, let me handle this. I'll find a way to help them accept the truth with the least emotional burden possible."
Yvette blinked and replied, "I trust you."
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