Chapter 97 The Necklace Is Not Violet's
Violet's face tightened for a moment, her expression turning sour.
She forced herself to stay calm, meeting Victor's probing gaze with confusion in her eyes. "Of course he gave it to me. Who else would give me a necklace?"
Victor saw the tension in Violet's face and instantly knew there was some unspoken misunderstanding between them.
Violet’s evasiveness made Victor frown. He didn't drop the topic but instead looked at her more intently. "I mean, the necklace, are you sure Albert gave it to—you?"
Victor stretched out the word "you" for emphasis.
That single word "you" shattered Violet's fake composure. Her face changed, her breathing became shaky, and her smile vanished.
"Victor, what do you mean by asking that?" Violet clenched her fists, trying to hide her emotions. "If you think it wasn't meant for me, then who was it for?"
Violet's voice rose, filled with anger, hurt, and accusation.
Victor usually avoided arguments with women, but now he sat firmly across from Violet.
"The necklace has 'YO' engraved on it. Is that necklace meant for Yvette?"
Violet tilted her head slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"'YO' are the initials of Yvette Orlando's name, aren't they?" Victor asked again. "Violet, I'm asking you, is that necklace really meant for Yvette from Albert?"
"How is that possible!" Violet's straight back gradually slumped. Her voice quivered as she continued to deny it. "Just two letters—what does that prove? This necklace is from Albert to me!"
Victor knew he had no right to accuse Violet or keep pushing her. He slowly stood up, looking down at Violet.
"Then I'll call Albert now and have him bring Yvette over. We'll clear this up face-to-face."
As he spoke, Victor turned and walked toward the window, pulling out his phone and searching for Albert's number.
"Wait!" Violet jumped up from the couch, rushed behind Victor, and grabbed his arm to snatch the phone from his hand. "Are you crazy, Victor? Just because of a necklace, you want to bring Albert and his current wife to my house to flaunt their love?"
"You and Albert are friends, aren't we?" Violet couldn't help but cry. "Do you really want to see them hurt me again? I can't be with Albert anymore, and I can't feel happy. Just let me go."
The luxurious chandelier cast a soft glow, making the entire restaurant appear elegant and serene.
Romantic roses were placed in the middle of the table, and a violinist in a red dress on the right side of the restaurant played a melodious tune, creating an intimate and beautiful atmosphere.
But the people sitting across the table were completely out of place in this romantic setting.
Sylvia was engrossed in her meal, while Victor, across from her, looked displeased.
Seeing Sylvia focused on her food without even glancing at him, Victor finally couldn't help but clear his throat.
Sylvia looked up from her steak. "If it weren't for you inviting me here, I wouldn't have come. What do you want from me, you traitor siding with Violet?"
Victor's expression was unreadable. "I'm not siding with anyone; I'm siding with Albert."
"Enough with that. What do you want to know? Speak up, since you dragged me out here."
"I just want to know about their high school days." Victor's expression was a bit awkward. It felt odd for a grown man to gossip about another man's wife and ex-girlfriend.
"High school? Albert was very arrogant back then, didn't talk to anyone, and had no interest in girls. Then something happened between him and Violet, and suddenly they were together."
The word "suddenly" in Sylvia's answer puzzled Victor.
"Suddenly? Why?"
Sylvia gave him a strange look and took a sip of juice. "Are you crazy? I'm not Albert, so how would I know? Didn't I say I don't know what happened between them?"
Victor didn't mind Sylvia's unfriendliness. He just frowned and asked again, "What about Yvette? Did she ever say she knew Albert before?"
"Of course, what kind of question is that? Everyone in our school knew Albert."
"I mean, did Yvette know Albert personally, not just by his school influence?"
Sylvia thought for a moment and shook her head. "I don't know. I've never heard Yvette say she had any contact with Albert. I only know she's had a crush on him for a long time, but Albert never liked her, so she never dated anyone all these years."
Victor nodded in understanding. "Do you know why she had a crush on Albert?"
Hearing Victor ask such a question, Sylvia finally couldn't stand it and slammed her utensils on the table.
"Are you really crazy, Victor? How would I know why? And besides, there's no reason for liking someone. It's just hormones. You can't explain that."
Victor pressed his lips together, looking thoughtful.
The setting sun cast its golden light through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Albert stood by the bed, looking at the busy streets below, and irritably lit a cigarette.
He had just called Yvette, but whether she didn't want to answer or didn't receive it, the call ended with a busy tone.
It seemed he and Yvette could never be on the same page. He didn't know what else he could do to improve the situation.
As the smoke swirled around him, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Albert opened the door to find a breathless Victor outside.
Albert frowned. "How did you manage to get up here?"
"I followed you to your building and then climbed five floors."
Albert gave him a speechless look. "What do you want?"
"Are you with Violet because of the necklace she treasures so much?"
Albert's brow furrowed. "Victor, have you been too free lately? Do you have nothing better to do than pry into my personal life?"
"I've thought about it a lot and decided I need to tell you this." Victor had caught his breath. "I think you mistook the owner of the necklace when you lost your memory. Only you can confirm who the necklace was meant for. There's an inscription on the inside of the pendant. You should check it out."
