Chapter 562 Yvette Secretly Takes Medicine
The ballroom blazed with light, filled with elegantly dressed guests mingling beneath crystal chandeliers. But Yvette's gaze cut through the crowd, landing on that woman's figure.
Yvette steadied herself, trying to get a clearer look to confirm whether it really was Violet. But in the blink of an eye, the figure vanished into the sea of people.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as if trying to escape. The crowd had swallowed Violet completely—if it had even been her at all. The whole encounter felt like a mirage.
Yvette shook her head hard, trying to untangle her chaotic thoughts. She scanned the room desperately, her eyes darting from face to face, corner to corner, hoping to catch another glimpse of that vanishing figure. But no matter how frantically she searched, Violet had disappeared without a trace, as if she'd never been there at all.
Taking a deep breath, Yvette forced herself to calm down. So what if it really was Violet? There was nothing to worry about.
She rubbed her temples gently and turned to find Vincent approaching with his usual composed expression. "Mrs. Valdemar."
Yvette hesitated. "Albert took BoBo inside."
"Then let me escort you to rest." Vincent glanced at his watch. "There's still time before the launch event and dinner begin."
"Thank you."
Following Vincent into Albert's private lounge, Yvette sank into a chair with a long sigh. But Violet's face kept floating before her eyes—that sharp, hateful expression, as if she were waiting to watch Yvette's downfall.
Had it been a hallucination, or had she really seen her?
For BoBo, this had been the happiest day in recent memory, aside from Yvette's return. By the time the launch event ended, his energy was completely spent.
Though clearly exhausted, he fought to keep his eyes open, nestled against Albert's chest while chattering excitedly to Yvette about all the cars he'd seen. His eyelids grew heavier with each word until they finally fluttered shut.
Yvette found it both amusing and heartbreaking. She reached over to stroke his hair. "Alright, sweetheart, if you're tired, just sleep. You can tell CiCi and me all about it tomorrow, okay?"
At her gentle words, BoBo seemed to release a breath he'd been holding. Before he could even whisper "okay," he was fast asleep in Albert's arms.
Feeling the child go still, Albert raised an eyebrow and whispered to Yvette, "Out cold?"
"Completely."
Albert chuckled softly. "He was fighting sleep during the entire presentation, determined to see it through."
"You really know how to appeal to his interests. He genuinely loved it."
"Whatever makes him happy," Albert said simply.
Vincent approached and murmured in Albert's ear, "The driver has brought the nanny. Perhaps I should take BoBo so you can—"
"No need." Albert adjusted his hold on the sleeping boy and nodded toward Yvette. "Stay with her. I'll get him settled in the car."
Yvette looked surprised. "The nanny's here?"
"Children don't belong at formal dinners," Albert explained. "Better to send him home now."
Knowing how thoughtfully Albert had planned everything, Yvette smiled. "Of course."
Under the ballroom's glittering lights, couples glided onto the dance floor as the opening waltz began. Albert led Yvette into the center, and they moved together with effortless grace, their steps perfectly synchronized as if time itself had stopped.
Their movements flowed in perfect harmony, eyes locked on each other alone. Suddenly, Yvette felt transported back to their university days at Luken, when they'd partnered for the ballroom dancing competition.
Though it seemed like a lifetime ago, the memory felt vivid and immediate. She gazed up at Albert—tall, handsome, every movement radiating strength and elegance, his eyes steady and full of devotion.
This was the look she'd dreamed of for years, following him from afar. Now it felt like a dream come true—so surreal yet utterly captivating.
Their hands clasped tightly as their eyes met, conveying depths of emotion without words. Every step was fluid and natural, each movement carrying an air of romance. They looked like the perfect couple, their connection evident in every graceful turn.
But this tender scene struck Violet like a knife to the heart as she watched from the crowd. Yvette showed no signs of illness, and they looked blissfully in love—both facts that filled Violet with consuming jealousy.
Felix and Gabrielle had assured her that Yvette's condition was severe, that she would collapse and cough up blood the moment she stopped taking medication. So why did she look perfectly fine now?
Violet bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, her expression growing darker by the moment.
As the music gradually slowed, so did Yvette's steps. A wave of weakness washed over her, and her face grew noticeably pale despite her bright red lipstick.
Albert seemed to sense something was wrong. He looked down at her with concern. "What is it? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yvette's heart clenched—she couldn't let Albert discover her condition. Forcing a smile, she said, "I'm fine, just a bit winded from the full dance."
"Let me take you somewhere to rest."
Yvette nodded, but soon realized this was more than simple fatigue. The familiar tightness in her chest was building—she was about to have an episode.
Fighting the discomfort, she managed, "I just need to use the restroom. I'll be right back."
Albert didn't suspect anything. "Of course. I'll wait here."
Clutching her evening bag, Yvette hurried to the ladies' room and locked herself in a stall, breathing heavily. She fumbled through her purse for one of Doyle's pills—medication designed to control her episodes.
The bitter tablet dissolved on her tongue, its acrid taste spreading through her mouth. With her sensitive stomach, she'd hoped to swallow it dry, but the overwhelming bitterness made it impossible. After several failed attempts, the partially dissolved pill became even more bitter.
Finally unable to bear it, Yvette retched violently, spitting everything out. Tears filled her eyes as waves of nausea overwhelmed her. She took a shaky breath and checked her reflection, touching up her makeup before going to find water.
She had to take that pill, no matter what.
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