“Bitch.”

Covering her face, Daisy remained silent.

Paulina's expression darkened. "Your actions have shamed our family.

Better go beg your husband for forgiveness."

Daisy sobbed uncontrollably.

Burly servants escorted the fragile Daisy off the premises. They bluntly stated, "We're on Mr. Waston's payroll. Whether you're Miss Jeslyn's mother or not, you won't see her unless he says so."

Another servant added insult to injury, "You probably cheated, and Mr. Waston caught you red-handed."

Fuming, Daisy raised her hand to strike.

But these servants weren't about to back down. Swiftly, they ushered Daisy out. In a few words, they exposed Daisy's scandal and made her exit swift and clear.

Daisy couldn't sway Albert.

Desperate to reconcile, she found him unyielding, leaving her no choice but to drown her sorrows in drink.

She had a string of lovers.

Their features bore a resemblance to Albert's.

Daisy showered her flings with million-dollar gifts, like watches and sports cars. The treasurer gasped at the bills he passed to Albert.

Yet Albert remained unfazed.

Such petty cash meant nothing to the Wastons, and Albert couldn't care less.

He simply signed off on the expenses.

Two years later, on an ordinary workday.

Albert left work early, eager to treat Jeslyn to something nice.

Jeslyn had befriended folk around the villa and wanted what they had.