Chapter 80 Albert Stayed Over at Yvette's House
As soon as Albert finished speaking, Yvette was about to refute him indignantly, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lassie peeking out from the room, watching them.
Yvette frowned and held back her words, then turned to Lassie. "Mom, what are you doing?"
Realizing she had been caught, Lassie had no choice but to step out.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Yvette wasn't sure what Lassie had overheard, but if she had caught Albert's ambiguous last sentence, she would probably be nagged for a long time.
Yvette was about to speak when Albert shifted slightly and answered first, "We are discussing going home."
Yvette frowned. "What home? This is my home."
"Of course," Albert looked seriously at Yvette, "taking you back to my home."
Yvette shook her head firmly. "I'm doing fine living in my own home, and I have someone to take care of me."
Hearing this, Lassie immediately interrupted. "You can't live in your own home after getting married. Even if you're not ashamed, I am!"
Albert agreed with Lassie. "Indeed, after getting married, Yvette shouldn't live in her own home. Thank you for taking care of her; it's been quite a burden on you."
Yvette was dissatisfied with his words. They were indeed married, but now they were on the verge of a divorce agreement. What was the point of following him?
Even if he truly wanted to keep the child, they should discuss the child's custody first before deciding her next steps.
She couldn't just follow him back without any clarity; it made no sense.
But she didn't dare to say any of this here. If Lassie knew she wanted to divorce Albert, the house would probably be in chaos. The $100,000 gift had completely won over Lassie.
Yvette swallowed these words with difficulty and refused in silence.
Seeing this, Lassie guessed that the two were probably arguing. Seeing that Yvette was unwilling to go with Albert, she came up with a compromise.
"It's getting late. How about Albert stays over for the night?"
Lassie's suggestion left Yvette speechless. How could Albert possibly want to stay longer in a place he despised? Proposing such an idea was simply self-degrading.
Yvette frowned. "Mom, there's no place for him to stay here. Let him go."
Lassie's expression changed immediately. "Why should he go? He's finally come to the house, let him stay overnight. We can discuss tomorrow whether you'll go back with him. After all, you've only been away for college for a few years, and you have a lot of stuff. Moving won't be that simple. Listen to me, I'll change the bed sheets and covers for you, and you two can sleep in your room."
Yvette didn't want to share a bed with Albert, and she believed Albert felt the same.
This rundown house, her narrow bed, and herself—none of it was up to Albert's standards.
"I've already said there's no place. Stop forcing people to stay." Yvette said.
"Of course, there is." Lassie pointed to Yvette's bedroom door. "Your bed is big enough; it's a double bed, it can definitely fit."
Yvette couldn't take it anymore. She was afraid that if she couldn't stop this, Albert would lose his temper on the spot, and everyone would be embarrassed.
She had to raise her voice. "Mom, he's not used to such a simple environment. Don't force him!"
Lassie glared at Yvette. "How is it forcing when I'm letting your husband stay overnight?"
Just as the atmosphere in the living room was becoming tense, a deep male voice forcefully interjected. "It's not forcing, I'm willing."
Yvette looked at him in shock.
Yvette couldn't tell Lassie that they were getting divorced, so she had to let Albert stay.
Although she didn't understand why Albert was doing something so inexplicable.
Taking Albert into the room, Yvette felt a bit uncomfortable.
Compared to the cramped living room, Yvette's room was even smaller. Besides the bed, there was only a small desk, not even a bookshelf. All her books were on an open shelf.
Unlike Yvette's discomfort, Albert, who was entering the room for the first time, seemed unexpectedly at ease. He walked to the desk, looked up at the books on the shelf, and accurately found their high school yearbook.
Albert raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You really were my classmate?"
What did that mean? Did he think she was just making small talk back then?
How ironic, really ironic.
Even though she knew Albert had never paid attention to her, he didn't have to say it like that. Thinking about how she had quietly followed him all this time, she still felt an inescapable sense of loss.
"Which class were you in?" He asked casually.
Yvette turned to straighten the somewhat messy bed, pretending not to hear Albert's question.
Their relationship had deteriorated recently, and Yvette had hardly heard him speak in such a calm tone. But the calmer he was, the more piercing his words felt to Yvette.
Albert knew she was still upset and didn't force her to answer. He picked up the yearbook and saw the class listed on it.
Albert smirked and murmured, "Class 4, Yvette."
Hearing her class and name spoken in Albert's deep voice, Yvette instinctively glanced over. She thought Albert would be angry that she ignored his question, but he was just reading her name.
Yvette felt a bit conflicted.
This wasn't like him.
Not like his usual attitude towards her.
Although Yvette's room was simple, the wall above her bed was covered with certificates.
Yvette must have cherished these certificates, as each one was neatly arranged. Not a single one was folded, and even the spacing was consistent.
Albert carefully read the text on the certificates, from "Outstanding Student" in middle school to "First Prize in Operation" in her college department, each one showcasing Yvette's excellence along the way.
According to Yvette's life trajectory, she should have become an excellent surgeon after graduation.
Albert turned back and asked in a casual tone, "You used to be a surgeon. Why did you want to become a flight surgeon?"
Yvette's body stiffened.
Decisions she had made just to be closer to him now sounded incredibly ironic coming from his mouth.
He was blind to all the selfless things she had done. He never really understood who she was or the reasons behind her actions.
Yvette exhaled slowly, grateful for her realization and timely decision to stop.
She frowned and impatiently turned back. "Albert, what exactly do you want?"
