But aside from a twinge of discomfort, he couldn't care less. If anything, he felt a weight off his shoulders, thinking maybe Daisy could find her own fun, something he sure wasn't providing.

In a nonchalant tone, he replied, “Got something to sort out. Might take a couple days."

Daisy seemed even happier at that.

Forced smile in place, Albert made a quick exit from the villa.

Watching him disappear, Daisy was ready to head upstairs when the servant softly reminded her, "Ma'am, you can't keep coming in late like this. Mr. Watson asked about it earlier. I was really nervous."

Daisy rolled her eyes and quipped, “Just play it cool!"

Then, she pulled out a wad of cash from her purse and handed it over to the servant.

It was eight in the morning.

A sleek black SUV pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Sitting in the car, puffing on a cigarette, Albert dialed Jessie's number on his phone. She picked up soon after. "Why do you keep calling? Mr. Watson, you're married now. And besides, we ended things ages ago."

Before Albert could respond, Jessie hung up.

He didn't dial her number again.

After stubbing out his cigarette and exiting the car, Albert made his way straight to the hospital's inpatient department.

In the VIP ward.

Jessie's father lay in a coma. Her mother had gone home to rest after a sleepless night at the hospital. So Jessie sat there alone, staring blankly at her father.

The doctor had given the grim diagnosis of terminal liver cancer.

Even with surgery, her father had only a few months left.

It was unimaginable that her family's pillar would crumble so suddenly.

Tears brimming, she let out a soft sob.

The nurse pushed the door open gently. "Miss Green, there's a gentleman outside asking for you. He's waiting."