Albert escorted Jeslyn to the hospital.

After examining her, the doctor diagnosed acute pneumonia. Being pals with Albert, he couldn't resist quipping, “How'd she catch a cold in this weather? Beats me. Albert, you have to take care of your family, even with a booming business to worry about."

Albert found himself at a loss for words.

He couldn't spill the beans that the kid wasn't his and her mom couldn't care less.

All Albert could manage was a bitter smile. "I hear you."

The doctor nodded, jotting down orders for hospitalization. “She'll need to be admitted to hospital for three days and administered fluids. If all's well by then, she can be discharged."

Albert thanked the doctor and entrusted the baby to the servant before heading for admission.

Just before leaving, the doctor casually inquired, "Where's Jeslyn's mom? Why isn't she here?"

Albert gave a faint smile. "She's probably tied up.”

The doctor couldn't shake off those rumors. He sighed inwardly, opting not to pry further.

Albert got Jeslyn checked in.

The room was a plush pink suite spanning one hundred and twenty square meters. It screamed luxury, a super VIP children's ward, costing an arm and a leg for just one night.

The servant adored Jeslyn dearly.

The servant cradled Jeslyn, glancing around the room. She planted a kiss on Jeslyn's cheek, feeling grateful that Albert cared for the little girl.

Even though Jeslyn wasn't his own, his love for her was evident.

Something seemed off with his virility, and he probably couldn't have children, which could explain everything.

Jeslyn was hooked up to an IV by the nurse, who then took off.

The servant hummed a lullaby and lulled Jeslyn to sleep, giving her gentle pats. Spotting Albert by the window, she couldn't decipher his thoughts.

After some hesitation, the servant spoke up.

"Mr. Waston, don't fret. Back in my hometown, there's a remedy for men's issues. I'll fetch it on my break. Your secret's safe with me."