Chapter 594 Comforting Albert
Yvette lowered her gaze, concealing the flicker of panic in her eyes. "I'm really fine, you don't need to worry. I'm just a bit tired."
Albert stared intently at Yvette, searching for any clue in her expression, but found nothing. He took a deep breath, and despite his doubts, decided not to press further.
The sudden silence hanging between them made Yvette uncomfortable. She blinked and asked, "Why did you come back so suddenly? Weren't you supposed to return in a couple of days?"
"How could I focus on work when you collapsed?" Albert's brow furrowed. "Doyle told me you've been asleep for an entire day."
"I did wake up, but Dr. Cunningham probably added sedatives to my IV, so I fell back asleep," Yvette said reassuringly. "All that rest has done me good—I feel much better now, really. Don't worry."
Albert gave her a concerned look, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Won't this affect your work? Wasn't this trip important?" Yvette asked, puzzled.
She knew how crucial this business trip was for Albert and understood the gravity of his early return. Guilt washed over her. "I'm actually fine. You should have finished your work before coming back."
"Don't say that," Albert's voice deepened. "If I knew you had collapsed and didn't return, I wouldn't deserve to be your husband."
Yvette froze, caught off guard by his unexpected tenderness. She bit her lip, unable to hide the delight in her eyes as she looked at him.
Something stirred in Albert's heart. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Don't ever say that again, understand?"
Yvette's cheeks flushed. "Okay," she nodded.
As Albert took his toiletries into the bathroom, the smile gradually faded from Yvette's face. She slowly rose and sat on the edge of the bed, staring into the darkness outside the window, her heart heavy with anxiety and worry.
She had been lying to everyone around her, claiming she was fine while feeling the energy drain from her body with each passing day. She had hoped this deception would be temporary, just to get her through the difficult times, but as days turned into weeks, the lie became increasingly difficult to maintain.
She feared being discovered, feared disappointing those closest to her—Albert, BoBo, CiCi, even Cheryl.
The night's stillness crystallized her thoughts; she couldn't continue like this anymore. Yvette bit her lower lip, knowing she needed to face her problem head-on. Tomorrow, she would have to see Benjamin again—her medication needed adjustment.
Just as this thought crossed her mind, Albert emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another.
"Why are you up?" he asked.
"Slept too much. Needed to stretch my legs," Yvette replied, forcing a smile while suppressing her emotions. "Finished your shower?"
"Yes." Albert's gaze was penetrating. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Yvette started. "No."
Seeing her flustered expression, Albert chuckled. "I'm teasing. You just woke up—you probably couldn't handle it anyway."
Yvette opened her mouth to protest but stopped herself. He was right—she couldn't handle it.
At the hospital the next day, Yvette clenched her fists, her facial features taut with tension as she navigated through the bustling crowds toward Benjamin's office. Being in his private office rather than the examination room put her more at ease—no one would know why she was here.
Benjamin looked up, surprised to see her. "Yvette? How are you back so soon...?"
Though he didn't finish his sentence, Yvette understood his meaning. He was wondering why she needed to see him again so quickly.
Her heart sank. She hadn't wanted to return so soon either, but new symptoms had forced her hand. Masking her sadness, she explained her situation to Benjamin.
"You collapsed again yesterday?" he frowned.
"Yes."
"And how do you feel now? Does the medication help?"
"It does," Yvette nodded. "Your prescription is effective, but I think the dosage isn't strong enough. The symptoms are returning."
She hesitated before adding, "I'd like to increase the dosage."
Benjamin studied her intently, saying nothing for several seconds. Only when Yvette lowered her head did he finally exhale and ask, "Does your husband know about this?"
The question made Yvette's body tense slightly. After a moment of silence, her eyes reflecting inner conflict, she shook her head without speaking.
"Why not?" Benjamin asked.
"You said yourself that without a miracle drug, there's no hope," Yvette replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "So what's the point of telling him?"
"He could be there for you, walk this final path together," Benjamin suggested.
"But I don't want him to suffer," Yvette gave a bitter smile. "Living with a countdown to death is a helpless desperation. I've seen many families of terminal patients—they put on a brave face while drowning in the agony of being unable to save their loved ones."
Her voice trembled. "He's suffered enough because of me. He searched for me twice, spent so many years looking. I don't want him to face the countdown of despair and fear."
Benjamin looked at her and sighed. He understood her dilemma and pain, and respected her decision to keep her condition private. Life would inevitably slip away—perhaps it was better to spend their remaining time together in happiness rather than dread.
With a steady hand, Benjamin wrote out a new prescription, each stroke more deliberate and careful than usual.
"This dosage should help with your symptoms. If it's not enough, you can take half a tablet more," he said, handing her the prescription. "But remember, medication can't solve everything. If you need help or support, I'll do whatever I can."
Yvette accepted the prescription with a silent nod. "Thank you, Dr. Moretti."
She glanced at the dosage, committing it to memory, then handed the prescription back to him. "I won't be taking this with me."
Her smile was tinged with bitterness. "I hope I won't need to see you again anytime soon."
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