Unable to contain her fury, she delivered a resounding slap to Jessie's cheek, leaving a faint flush in its wake.

With Jessie's fiery spirit, retaliation was inevitable.

But she stared at Daisy's bulging belly.

Carrying Albert's child, Daisy embodied his aging dream of fatherhood.

If Jessie's anger led to Daisy's miscarriage...

Suppressing her fury, Jessie asked, “Feeling less angry now, Mrs. Waston?"

Daisy trembled. "Shame on you."

Jessie smiled wryly, averting her gaze. "Indeed, I am shameless. Why else would I endure Albert for three years? Why else would I attend your wedding?"

Jessie then turned around and walked away.

Still gripping Jessie's arm, Daisy lost her balance with a cry.

“Ouch. It hurts."

A trickle of crimson blood painted Daisy's thighs, a haunting sight.

It had been a while since Daisy was wheeled into the emergency room.

Still, the doctor had not yet come out.

Feeling very anxious, Jessie waited impatiently in the corridor.

Her face had turned pale with worry because she knew that Albert would soon come to the hospital and she had no idea how she would explain the situation to him.

Even if the whole thing had nothing to do with Jessie, it happened in her office.

For now, she couldn't think of any way out of it.

Jessie was no longer her usual willful self. She knew just how serious this issue was. Albert and his wife had gotten married because both families had something to gain from it. Hence, the child Daisy was carrying was also an important bond that connected the two families. So, there was no room for mistakes at all.

If Daisy lost the baby... there would be chaos.