Fuming, Albert stormed downstairs just as Daisy returned. Their eyes locked. Seeing the fatigue and anger etched on his face, she put on a coy smile. "You're back at last! Why the rush? That floozy just landed in Duefron, right? It's been ages since you've seen her. Why not linger a bit longer?"

Daisy delicately traced the handrail with her fingers, asking, "Are you worried about the baby?"

Albert handed the child to the servant.

He descended the stairs slowly, delivering a sharp slap to Daisy's face.

His tone was severe. “Have you lost your mind? She's your own flesh and blood. How could you do this to her?"

Daisy staggered from the blow.

She leaned against the railing for support, taking a moment to gather herself. Finally, she looked up at him and retorted, “You're the one who's driving me insane! Albert, why are you so concerned about the child? You've never ever touched me. She's not your kid anyway."

Albert narrowed his eyes, puzzled. “What are you saying?"

Daisy lifted her head and let out a manic laugh. "Did I say something wrong? Mr. Waston... You're terrified people will find out about my affair, right? Are you scared they'll know she isn't yours, huh? It's fine. I won't breathe a word. I could even do away with her, and we can start fresh!"

"You're deranged!"

Albert's face flushed with anger.

Daisy continued her tirade. “I'm deranged? You're the one who's really lost it! You're willing to care for a child that isn't yours!"

Albert suddenly grabbed her by the throat.

Advancing on her, fury etched on his face, he uttered each word with venom. "You better keep that mouth shut in public, or I'll make sure you and that old crone meet a grisly end. Trust me, you don't want to go down that road!"

With that said, he turned to the servant. "Get everything ready. Wait in the car."

The servant was taken aback.

She'd been on the job for ages. Despite Daisy and Albert's rocky relationship and Daisy's flings, she never imagined Jeslyn wasn't Albert's child!

But she knew better than to meddle in her boss’ personal affairs.

The black car eased away.

Daisy glared as it disappeared. Blood trickled from her forehead and mouth. She was seething, her lips quivering. “Even that bastard child means more to him than me."