Chapter 593 Albert is Back
Eldoria
The conference dragged into its second day, still stalled on a critical point in the proposal. Albert strode toward the meeting room, his demeanor tense and focused.
His phone rang just as he reached the door. Glancing down, he noticed an unfamiliar number from Luken. With a slight frown, he declined the call without hesitation. The meeting was about to begin, and as the key figure, he couldn't afford to be late.
Barely seconds later, the same number called again. This time, Albert paused. His private number was known only to a select few. The persistence of this caller, especially from Luken, gave him pause.
With poorly concealed irritation, he answered curtly. "Speak."
"Mr. Valdemar? Your wife has collapsed at the preschool," came a woman's voice.
Albert froze, the phone suddenly feeling like a burning coal in his hand. For a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning.
Behind him, Vincent cleared his throat. "Mr. Valdemar, we need to go in. The meeting is about to start."
Vincent's voice faded into the background as Seraphina's soft yet firm words cut through Albert's consciousness like a blade.
"Collapsed?" Albert's voice remained steady, his expression controlled, but his eyes betrayed his alarm.
How could this happen? Yvette had been recovering well—even Doyle had remarked on her impressive progress.
Albert's breath caught in his throat. "What's her condition now?"
Before Seraphina could fully explain, she suddenly exclaimed, "She's awake! She's waking up!"
Relief colored her voice. "Mr. Valdemar, please don't worry too much. Your wife has regained consciousness, and I've already called an ambulance. They should be here shortly."
"I'm currently out of town—" Albert began, then abruptly stopped. His eyes flashed with sudden resolve. "This happened at the preschool?"
"Yes, Mrs. Valdemar came to pick up BoBo and CiCi. She must have been exhausted and fainted. But she's awake now!" Seraphina hastily added. "Please, focus on your work. I'll make sure she gets to the hospital!"
With that, she ended the call.
The dial tone echoed in Albert's ear as his jaw tightened. Despite Yvette's apparent recovery, he couldn't shake his concern. He wanted nothing more than to be by her side immediately, but Eldoria was hours away from Luken by air.
Vincent stepped forward. "Mr. Valdemar?" His tone was questioning, waiting for instructions.
Without a moment's hesitation, Albert replied, "You'll chair today's meeting. Book me on the next flight to Luken. Immediately."
Vincent's eyes widened in shock. "Now? You're leaving now? Skipping the meeting?"
A cold sweat broke out on Vincent's back. Today's meeting was pivotal—it would essentially determine the project's fate.
"Yes." Albert's gaze was unwavering. "Get me the earliest possible flight."
"Mr. Valdemar!" Vincent protested.
Albert simply raised his chin. "The meeting is starting. You'll be late."
Making one last attempt, Vincent pressed, "Mr. Valdemar, what could possibly be happening in Luken that would make you abandon such a crucial meeting?"
Albert's expression darkened. "Yvette has collapsed."
Yvette awoke groggily, pushing herself up in bed with effort. Her entire body felt as though she'd run a marathon, every muscle protesting the simple act of sitting upright.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the pill bottle on her nightstand. That small container had become her last line of defense against the crushing fatigue that seemed determined to overwhelm her. Only after swallowing the medication did she allow herself to sink back into the pillows, utterly spent.
At least she'd managed to wake up in time to bring the children home. The memory of BoBo and CiCi's terrified faces, their sobs escalating into hiccupping gasps, filled her with guilt. If the worst should happen someday, how would her precious twins cope? It was too painful to contemplate.
Yvette blinked slowly as the medication began to take effect, drawing her toward sleep. The pharmaceuticals promised a quiet, comfortable escape, allowing her body the rest it so desperately needed. As her muscles gradually relaxed and her thoughts grew hazy, she finally surrendered to a deep, dreamless sleep.
Some time later—minutes or hours, she couldn't tell—Yvette stirred again. She felt as though she were floating between reality and dreams, her vision blurry and unfocused. Gradually, a figure materialized before her.
A man sat beside her bed, his features composed yet concerned. His brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes deep as the ocean, with flickers of emotion dancing in their depths like distant lightning.
Yvette blinked, trying to clear her vision. This was no dream. He was truly there, watching over her with an intensity that seemed to reach into her very soul.
A complex wave of emotions washed over her—surprise, confusion, and an almost imperceptible thread of joy.
"Albert?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She turned slightly toward the window, where sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the floor. His unexpected presence felt just like that beam of light—a sudden brightness illuminating her darkness.
"You're awake," Albert said, his eyes both intense and tender as he reached out to touch her forehead, checking for fever. "How do you feel?"
"Better now," Yvette replied, her voice raspy from sleep.
The hoarseness of her voice made Albert's frown deepen.
"I've seen the test results," he said, his expression grave. "Your vitals are stable, but this sudden collapse... did someone hurt you?"
Albert's eyes narrowed dangerously, his body visibly tensing beneath his clothes, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. His face darkened like storm clouds gathering on the horizon.
Yvette started, quickly shaking her head. "No one hurt me."
"Grandmother told me everything," Albert pressed, his lips forming a tight line. "Was it Eric's family? Did they do something to you?"
"No, truly!" Yvette scrambled for an explanation, afraid he might detect something amiss. "It was probably the temperature change. The classroom had the air conditioning on, and going from the cold outside to the warm room might have affected my oxygen levels. You know how fragile my health has been lately."
Albert studied her face intently, searching for any sign of deception. "Is that the truth?"
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