Chapter 543 Why Are You Holding My Mommy's Hand?
"Even during those years when no one knew if you were alive, he never gave up searching for you!" Doyle's words sent a tremor through Yvette's heart, warmth spreading through her chest.
She bit her lower lip, trying to contain her emotions, though the wave of feelings surged within her like a rising tide. Memories of Albert flooded back—all those days and nights they'd shared, those moments of unspoken connection when their eyes met.
Only now, hearing Doyle say it aloud, did Yvette truly understand that Albert had never stopped looking for her. This revelation was like the first rays of dawn breaking through her darkest doubts.
"Really?" Yvette whispered.
"Trust me," Doyle said earnestly. "He's a man worth believing in."
"Alright," Yvette nodded. "I understand."
"I was abroad when you disappeared. But stories about you two reached me anyway—not because I'm a gossip, but because his devotion caught everyone's attention," Doyle set down his clipboard, his eyes reflecting sincerity. "At first, people thought he was just consumed by guilt, that he'd eventually accept reality if he couldn't find you. Everyone assumed that once he believed you were truly gone, he'd move on."
"I thought so too," Yvette murmured, her voice trembling despite her efforts to control it.
"But no one expected him to persist. Even when the whole world was convinced you were dead, he kept searching." Doyle watched Yvette's face soften with emotion and lowered his voice. "I'm telling you this to show you how much he loves you from our perspective. He's not one for flowery words, but you should know."
Yvette nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Cunningham."
"So you have to fight. He can't lose you again. If he were to witness your death, there's no telling what desperate measures he might take."
Long after Doyle left, Yvette remained immersed in his words. She gazed out the window, hope and determination glimmering in her eyes.
Those days when Albert had been searching for her—those long, exhausting nights, those moments woven with hope and disappointment—must have been unbearable.
His steadfastness and persistence had been like a lighthouse, casting a warm glow across the darkness of her absence.
She realized now that Albert's love hadn't faded with time; rather, it had deepened like fine wine.
This profound devotion made her feel like the most treasured person in the world.
Yvette woke from her afternoon nap just before five o'clock.
Doyle arrived for his rounds and, seeing her awake, asked, "Sleep well?"
"Do I need an IV tonight, Dr. Cunningham?" she asked.
"Just medication will do." Doyle made a few notes on his clipboard before looking up. "By the way, Albert told me he picked up BoBo and CiCi from kindergarten."
"Now?" Yvette asked, surprised.
"Yes. When Albert contacted me, he was taking them for a check-up."
"A check-up?" Anxiety crept into Yvette's voice. "Did something happen?"
"Nothing serious. They had fevers yesterday, remember? He's just making sure everything's alright."
Excessive worry could cloud judgment, Yvette reminded herself, feeling slightly relieved. The children's fevers had nearly sent her into a panic, but thankfully Albert was there.
She nodded. "I'll get up and find them."
"Need help?" Doyle set his clipboard on the bedside table and offered his arm.
"No need, thank you, Dr. Cunningham." Yvette smiled, excitement evident in her voice.
Doyle chuckled. "The power of love certainly speeds recovery—and I don't just mean maternal love."
Yvette understood his teasing but didn't protest. Though her spirits were high, she remained physically weak.
Doyle helped her out of bed anyway. "My phone's on 24/7. Call me anytime if you need anything."
"I will."
Just as she finished speaking, the door swung open.
BoBo and CiCi burst in, racing toward Yvette. "Mommy! We missed you so much!"
Yvette released Doyle's arm and crouched down to stroke their heads. "How are you both? Any problems with the check-up? Did you feel alright at kindergarten today?"
Perhaps she'd asked too many questions at once; Yvette noticed a frown forming on BoBo's face.
She leaned closer to him. "What's wrong, sweetie? Not feeling well?"
BoBo shook his head, glancing between Doyle and Yvette with something clearly on his mind.
CiCi, however, remained cheerful, hugging Yvette's neck. "Mommy, I missed you so much! How can I miss you this much after just one day?"
Doyle couldn't help laughing. "What a silver tongue!"
CiCi looked confused and said, "But my tongue isn't silver. Mommy and Daddy won't even let me have any candy!"
Yvette stifled a laugh, embracing both children. "Where's your father?"
"Daddy's outside on the phone. He's so busy with work," CiCi pouted.
As if on cue, Albert strode in. "Talking about me?"
"Your daughter's complaining about your busy schedule," Doyle teased. "Girls always notice when you don't spend enough time with them."
"Wasn't I busy when I picked you up?" Albert gently tapped CiCi's nose. "How about I make more time for you and BoBo?"
CiCi frowned. "What about Mommy?"
"Mommy gets time too, of course—she's first in line, even before you and BoBo," Albert said firmly.
CiCi's expression turned slightly crestfallen.
"Come on now," Yvette rose slowly, holding both children's hands. "Say goodbye to Dr. Cunningham. We're going home."
BoBo and CiCi politely waved goodbye, following Albert and Yvette out of the room.
Doyle picked up his clipboard, thinking how fortunate Albert was to have such adorable children, when hurried footsteps approached.
He turned to see BoBo marching toward him with determination.
"BoBo? Did you need something?" Doyle asked, puzzled.
"Aren't you my daddy's good friend?" the boy demanded.
Doyle nodded, confused. "Yes, why?"
"Then why were you holding my mommy's hand?"
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