But despite any reservations, Helen remained adamant about giving it to Jessie.

Helen explained, “This bracelet has adorned my wrist for many years, maintaining its flawless beauty throughout. Jessie, may your future be as perfect as this bracelet."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Jessie couldn't contain her tears.

Helen enveloped her in a comforting embrace, whispering, “I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. It's Albert's fault."

Jessie wept for an extended period, and Helen remained patient and tender throughout her emotional release.

Meanwhile, Melissa observed the tender exchange, her thoughts drifting to Marcus and Matthew.

Later that night, Albert stood on the villa's second-floor balcony, clad in a crisp white shirt and black suit pants, silently puffing on a cigarette.

Despite his handsome appearance, there was a distinct absence of joy reflected in his demeanor.

As he smoked, his thoughts lingered on Jessie. Earlier that evening, Melissa's text informed him of their return to Duefron, with no mention of Jessie. Yet, he couldn't shake the notion that Jessie must have shed tears for a long time.

Then, a pair of delicate arms enveloped Albert's waist, drawing him from his reverie.

Daisy, his new wife, rested her head against his back, her voice soft as she asked, "Do you miss her?"

Albert offered a reassuring pat to her hand, his voice strained as he replied, "No."

When men lied, smart women had a sense of propriety.

Daisy, perceptive as ever, detected the falsehood in his words. She gently extinguished his cigarette. "Go to take a shower. It's getting late."

Albert knew what she meant.

This was their wedding night, and he was aware of their matrimonial duties awaiting behind closed doors.

They weren't young lovers anymore. They were obligated to produce an heir for the Waston Group.

This was the agreement between Albert and his father's widow, who was also Daisy's aunt.

If he and Daisy desired to conceive a child, they were obligated to engage in sexual intercourse.