Chapter 598 Yvette Is Forced to Undergo a Physical Examination
Albert sat on the bench outside the examination room, his gaze drifting repeatedly toward the door.
Though his expression remained composed, his hands betrayed him—clenching and unclenching in a restless rhythm.
People hurried past or waited nearby, but his entire focus was on Yvette, who was somewhere behind that closed door undergoing tests.
The hospital's glass windows reflected the sky's shifting moods as thick clouds swallowed the sun, and Albert's emotions mirrored the transition from bright white to somber gray.
Time crawled by with excruciating slowness, each second testing his patience, yet he harbored no complaints—only the quiet hope that Yvette would see his face the moment she emerged.
He had sensed her anxiety, and truthfully, he felt just as on edge. When he'd asked if she was hiding something, her eyes had flickered briefly before she'd simply said, "I'm afraid of medical tests."
Albert understood her fear.
During those weeks when Yvette had vanished, she must have endured unimaginable suffering. A doctor who had grown afraid of the very instruments she once wielded—the thought filled him with crushing guilt.
He had failed to protect her.
But her fainting spell had terrified him. He couldn't bear the thought of her condition worsening from neglect, so he'd forced himself to play the villain, insisting on these tests. At least she had complied.
The examination room door suddenly burst open, and the nurse rushed toward him, her face etched with panic and worry. "Mr. Valdemar, something's wrong—Mrs. Valdemar is missing!"
"Missing?" Albert's entire demeanor turned glacial as he fixed the nurse with a sharp stare. "How can she be missing? Wasn't she having tests done?"
"I don't know! I brought her into the room, then stepped out to check her next appointment slot, and when I returned, she was gone!" The nurse's words tumbled out in a rush. "I asked the doctor, and he said Mrs. Valdemar had already left before I came back."
She bit her lower lip, guilt written across her features. "I've been searching everywhere, but I still can't find her."
Albert's lips pressed into a thin line as he spoke with cutting authority. "Find her."
His voice carried an edge that made the nurse's blood run cold. "I'll do everything I can to locate Mrs. Valdemar!"
Albert strode through the hospital corridors, his long legs eating up the distance as he searched every corner while repeatedly calling Yvette's phone. The calls went unanswered, feeding his growing unease and confusion.
Even if she was frightened, wouldn't his presence outside have been enough? What could terrify her so deeply that she'd flee even after entering the examination room?
His eyes swept frantically across every possible hiding spot, but Yvette remained nowhere to be found. Sweat began to bead on his palms as an ominous feeling spread through his chest like spilled ink.
Just as Albert quickened his pace, his phone rang—Yvette calling back. He answered without hesitation. "Yvette, where are you?"
"I was just in the restroom." Her voice sounded perfectly normal, tinged with confusion. "What's wrong? Why so many calls? Did something happen to BoBo and CiCi?"
Her voice grew urgent with maternal concern. "No, they're fine," Albert exhaled slowly. "I'm coming to find you."
When Albert hurried back to the examination room, Yvette stood there with her phone, looking around in bewilderment.
Seeing him approach, she rushed forward with anxiety written across her face. "What on earth happened?"
The weight in Albert's chest finally lifted as he reached out to smooth her hair. "Nothing serious. The nurse couldn't find you and thought you might be lost, so she asked me to look for you."
Yvette froze. Despite Albert's diplomatic phrasing, she caught the underlying meaning—both the nurse and he had assumed she'd tried to escape.
She pressed her lips together without responding.
The thought had indeed crossed her mind, but she'd realized that fleeing today would accomplish nothing except make Albert even more suspicious.
The nurse hurried over when she saw them both return, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Valdemar! It was all a misunderstanding!"
She explained quickly, "Since Mrs. Valdemar seemed reluctant about the tests, when I couldn't find her, I jumped to conclusions and assumed she'd disappeared."
Though Albert remained displeased, Yvette's presence brought him some relief. He acknowledged curtly, "How many tests are left?"
The nurse consulted her clipboard. "Four more. Mrs. Valdemar, please come with me—we'll be finished very soon."
"All right." Yvette lowered her eyes in resignation and followed the nurse.
The nurse offered an ingratiating smile. "Mr. Valdemar cares so much about you—he's arranged for all your tests to be expedited. Once you complete the final procedure, the earlier results will be ready. You'll have your answers quickly and won't need to worry anymore!"
Yvette's steps faltered, her complexion growing even paler.
After completing all the tests, Yvette felt as though her heart had turned to lead. She straightened her clothes while following the nurse out of the examination room, her spirits utterly crushed.
Albert, who had been responding to work emails on his phone, looked up at the sound of movement.
Seeing Yvette emerge, he immediately stood and approached her. "All finished?"
Yvette nodded. "Yes."
The nurse beamed. "I'll escort Mr. and Mrs. Valdemar to the VIP lounge. You can rest there while we wait for the results. I'll notify you when they're ready, and you can meet with the doctor for a professional consultation!"
"Thank you," Albert replied tersely.
After the nurse left, silence settled over the lounge. Albert and Yvette sat side by side as tension and unease thickened the air between them.
Outside, sunlight filtered through gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns across their faces. Yvette clenched her fists until her knuckles went white, keeping her eyes downcast as she struggled to mask the complex emotions swirling beneath the surface, forcing down her worry and fear.
"What time is it?" Yvette asked, her voice slightly hoarse.
Albert checked his watch. "Nearly four o'clock."
"We should pick up BoBo and CiCi." She looked up at him. "Let's go get them together."
"Your results aren't ready yet." Albert reached out to stroke her hair. "I brought you here because they promised quick results—we won't be late for the children."
Sensing her distress, he took her hand and squeezed it gently. "What are you so afraid of? I'm here with you."
Yvette opened her mouth, searching for another excuse to delay, but Albert's phone buzzed, cutting off her words.
Albert glanced at the screen and rose from the sofa. "Don't worry—the results are ready. I'll go get them."
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