Daisy was in critical condition. Even with surgery, her prognosis was bleak.

Albert then learned she wasn't alone in the car-her young lover was also there.

Her young lover hadn't made it.

Daisy lay on the pristine white bed, her pupils nearly dilated.

Spotting Albert, she mustered a flicker of energy.

Daisy lay on the pristine white bed, her pupils nearly dilated.

Spotting Albert, she mustered a flicker of energy.

ALL she could manage was a helpless gaze.

Tears welled in her eyes.

Albert stood by her bedside, flanked by her parents and relatives.

They remained silent, aware of Daisy's infidelity.

In a calm tone, Albert said, "I've signed it. Surgery is set for later."

Daisy shook her head weakly.

Struggling to breathe, she locked eyes with Albert.

Finally, she mustered the strength to ask, “Albert, after all this time, do you still resent me?"

Albert knew she didn't have much time left.

He replied honestly, “Truth is, I've never resented you."

But Daisy found no solace. In her final moments, she poured out her heart. "You don't hate me because you never loved me, right? Even if I bore another man's child, you feel nothing. Are you truly magnanimous, or do you simply not care about me and our marriage?"

Her family gasped in disbelief.

Albert ushered out the family. Once alone, he turned to Daisy, nearing the end. "I've arranged for the driver to fetch Jeslyn," he informed her.