Chapter 584 Two Children Fighting in Kindergarten
The sunlight was mercilessly blocked by heavy curtains, leaving only a profound darkness lingering in the room.
In this enclosed space, the only sound was Yvette's steady breathing as she lay quietly on the bed, seemingly becoming one with the surrounding darkness.
When Yvette finally stirred awake, her eyes opened slowly, pupils taking several seconds to react. The darkness of the room was indistinguishable from the darkness behind her closed eyelids.
Her eyes gleamed unusually bright in the darkness as she turned her head slightly, realizing she was alone in the vast bed. A hollow feeling settled in her chest, and drowsy Yvette startled, instantly becoming fully alert.
Then she remembered—Albert had taken an early flight to Eldoria for a business trip.
Stretching languidly, Yvette felt her body gradually awakening. She rose from the bed to find the entire house eerily quiet; the children were gone too. Glancing at the time, she saw it was already past ten.
Yvette ran her fingers through her sleep-tousled hair with a twinge of regret. Last night had been so exhausting that she'd missed seeing off not only Albert but also BoBo and CiCi.
After considering for a moment, she reached for her phone. She'd intended to call Albert but, realizing his flight was likely about to take off, sent a text instead.
Yvette: [Why didn't you wake me this morning?]
Almost immediately after sending the message, her phone rang. She answered with surprise: "Haven't you taken off yet?"
"Not yet," Albert replied, his voice deliberately lowered. "We're about to taxi. I have a few minutes to call."
Yvette blinked, asking softly, "Why didn't you wake me this morning? I could have seen you off."
Albert, seated in the business class cabin, smiled slightly. "You would've only been able to see me to the car anyway. Thought it best to let you sleep."
He cast a sideways glance at Vincent beside him.
Vincent was sitting with his eyes tightly shut, barely daring to breathe, fighting against his body's natural instinct to let his eyelids flutter.
Silently, Vincent felt grateful that Albert hadn't uttered more intimate words that would have made his presence even more awkward. 'What a considerate boss,' he thought.
But just as this thought crossed his mind, Albert spoke again, "You were exhausted."
Vincent's eyelashes trembled involuntarily. Perhaps he shouldn't be pretending to sleep—he should have simply passed out.
Yvette, aware that Vincent must be sitting nearby during this long-distance business trip, felt a flush of embarrassment and quickly cut Albert off. "Alright, that's enough of that."
Albert chuckled softly. "As you wish."
As the plane began to taxi, Albert used his final moments to tell Yvette, "The flight's quite long, so I might be unreachable. If anything comes up, contact Grandmother directly—she'll handle it."
Though his words were subtle, Yvette understood he was trying to protect her.
"I understand. Have a safe trip," she nodded, feeling somewhat reassured as she ended the call.
That afternoon, Yvette sat in her room, clutching a cup of water and a box of pills.
Her face was ashen, drained of all color, making her appear extraordinarily fragile. Her downcast eyes were vacant, as if bearing an unspeakable weariness and pain.
Her body trembled slightly, like a leaf that might be blown away by the gentlest breeze. Her hands shook as she struggled to swallow each pill.
Her breathing had grown shallow and irregular, each inhalation and exhalation a silent battle with herself.
A suffocating atmosphere permeated the room, as if the air itself had become leaden.
Yvette couldn't understand—she'd been taking her medication as prescribed, so why this sudden relapse?
Benjamin had assured her that with proper medication, she could live like anyone else. Unless... this was the accumulated buildup finally erupting.
Yvette drew in a sharp breath. Was her time really this limited?
Everything in the house was utterly still, save for her labored breathing and occasional soft moans, punctuated by the ticking of the wall clock.
Fortunately, the medication began to take effect quickly. By the time Yvette recovered, she was drenched in sweat.
Gritting her teeth, she hid the pill bottle and lay back down on the bed.
Before she could fully recuperate, her phone suddenly rang.
Her gaze lingered on the screen, her palm growing damp with anxiety. It was Seraphina from the kindergarten, BoBo and CiCi's teacher.
Taking a deep breath, Yvette answered.
"Mrs. Valdemar, this is Seraphina," came the voice from the other end.
"Hello, Ms. Everly. Is something wrong?" Yvette replied, tension creeping into her voice.
In all the time BoBo and CiCi had attended kindergarten, most communications had been in person.
This was her first phone call—had something happened to the children?
"BoBo and CiCi got into a fight with another child," Seraphina explained, her tone tinged with regret. "I tried my best to intervene, but they're both quite upset and refusing to apologize. I'm afraid I'll need you to come in."
"A fight?" Yvette was startled and bewildered. She couldn't imagine BoBo and CiCi fighting with other children. "How did this happen?"
BoBo and CiCi were known for their good temperament. CiCi, though sometimes spoiled, was incredibly empathetic, always yielding and concerned about other children's feelings. And BoBo was even more mature, never one to quarrel with other children.
How could these two well-behaved children get into a fight?
Yvette's heart sank as her brow furrowed. "Are they hurt?"
"They're not injured, you needn't worry about that," Seraphina quickly assured her, though she seemed hesitant to continue. "But..."
"What is it?" Yvette pressed.
"BoBo and CiCi were provoked by the other child," Seraphina explained, her voice uncertain. "They were probably too angry and lashed out. Still, resorting to violence is never acceptable."
"I understand. I'll speak with them when they get home," Yvette replied, her forehead creasing with concern. "How is the other child, Ms. Everly?"
"The other child was pushed down and cut their forehead. That's why we need you to come in right away."
"I'll be right there," Yvette said, rising from the bed. "Ms. Everly, do you know what the other child said to upset them?"
Seraphina sounded uncomfortable. "I believe it had something to do with their father."
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