NovelEnglishV Yvonne had been blissfully happy after dating Drew. But the moment Wyatt gave them his approval and gave his blessing for their marriage, that was the pinnacle of her joy.
In fact, Yvonne had always been hard on herself, seeing herself as inadequate and undeserving. She never truly believed she was worthy of Drew's love.
She had originally thought that if Wyatt did not approve of her, or worse, insisted on finding an elite, noble heiress for Drew, she would back off without a second thought. She would never put him in a difficult spot with his father.
Her love for Drew was pure and selfless. She was willing to sacrifice everything for him.
But the truth was, the entire Thompson family welcomed her with open arms.
No one looked down on her because of her background. Instead, they showed empathy for her struggles.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuch kindness was a debt Yvonne could never fully repay, no matter how many years passed.
"Uncle Wyatt... Thank you. Thank you so much..." Yvonne said, eyes brimming with tears.
"Yvonne," Wyatt chuckled warmly. "I suppose you won't be callingUncle Wyatt for much longer. Once Drew is back, you'll need to start callingDad." Feeling embarrassed, Yvonne blushed and looked down as she bit her lip.
Wyatt took a deep breath, and a shadow of pain crossed his face as he thought of Bella's mother. Deep down, he felt a constant ache.
He was doing his best, fulfilling every promise he had made to Yara. He had vowed to make sure all their children would be happy. Bella had gone through so much to be with Justin, but fate was now cruelly separating them.
When would his precious daughter's life stop being so difficult? "Yara, if you're watching over us, please help our daughter," Wyatt murmured to himself.
Late at night, when everyone in Yara Park was fast asleep, Yvonne changed into a black tracksuit that allowed her to move easily. She went to the underground garage, retrieved the black sports car Drew had given her, and quietly drove toward the back gate of Yara Park.
As soon as she arrived at the back gate, she was stopped by a guard on duty.
The guard asked politely, "Ms. Yvonne, it's so late. Are you heading out?" "I have insomnia," Yvonne replied with a faint smile. "I thought a drive might help." "It's dangerous for a lady to be out alone this late. Letassign someone to follow you." With that, she stepped on the gas pedal and sped out of Yara Park.
Her gaze was cold and distant as she drove, her emotions heavy and suppressed.
The highway to Savrow stretched endlessly into the dark. With it ca flood of painful memories. Like an unrelenting tide, they surged from every direction. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesHer hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her teeth clenched as she raced toward her destination.
In the early hours of the morning, the е sports car skidded to a stop with a sharp drift, coming to rest in front of the sealed, abandoned gates of Pivotage. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesOnce a den of debauchery and unimaginable sins, the place now lay in ruins, its infamy buried alongside Christopher's monstrous life.
Yvonne stood alone at the gate, her eyes red-rimmed and her body trembling.
She thought she had moved on, but returning to this place triggered a wave of intense emotional trauma.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe main gate and the back entrance had been sealed by the police.
What they did not know was that Pivotage had a hidden underground passage.
Christopher had designed it himself as an escape route during police raids, a way to safely evacuate his guests and avoid being captured.
Yvonne used a flashlight and made her way to the hillside behind Pivotage.
Beneath a large tree stood a small, concealed concrete structure. It was a hidden doorway leading to the underground passage.
With a flashlight clenched between her teeth, she used her lock-picking tools to pry the door open.
A rush of stale air filled with dust hit her face, making her cough uncontrollably, her eyes watering. Once her breathing steadied, she bent down and stepped inside.
Although a long thad passed, Yvonne still remembered the layout and navigated to Christopher's private room with ease.
The electronic lock still had a backup power supply. Yvonne keyed in the code and pushed the door open. Slowly, she stepped inside.
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