Jeslyn regarded Jessie with disdain and remarked with disappointment, "You're easily deceived by men. I believe Dad enjoys fooling you."

Jessie had a strong desire to leave Jeslyn alone to her own device, despite the late hour.

However, with Jeslyn being just a few years old, Jessie didn't have it in her heart to really do that.

Afraid of being caught by her mother if she took the girl inside, Jessie opted to squat in thecorridor with Jeslyn. As they squatted, Jessie swatted away several mosquitoes. Jeslyn remarked slowly, "I told you there were so many mosquitoes."

Just as Jessie was about to tease Jeslyn, the door creaked open.

Lettie inquired, "Jessie, why are you outside at night? Who are you talking to?"

In the next moment, Lettie was taken aback.

Lettie spotted a child squatting at the entrance of the corridor.

Although the child's features were not clearly visible, Lettie could discern that she came from money. Lettie couldn't help but ask, "Who's that kid?"

Jessie skillfully sidestepped the crucial details and replied, “She's a child I've tutored before."

Immediately after that, the girl stood up and assumed a respectful posture. “Hello, Ma'am. My name is Jeslyn Waston, and my father is Albert Waston."

Lettie was shocked.

Coincidentally, the voice-activated light illuminated the corridor, revealing Lettie's pale complexion. She gazed at Jeslyn.

Though accustomed to indulgence, Jeslyn was also perceptive. She cautiously moved back, pressing against the wall, her expression turning timid.

Lettie whirled around to face Jessie, snapping, “Jessie, have you lost your mind? You're seeing Axell now, yet you've brought this child home? Haven't you endured enough because of Albert?"

Tears welled up in Lettie's eyes as she cried, "You're causing me too much pain."

Jessie rushed to explain, “Mom, it's not what you think. Elsie, who used to look after me, sent the child here. I haven't been in touch with Albert."

Lettie remained unconvinced by Jessie's explanation and pressed on, "If you haven't been in touch with him, why would Elsie send the child to you? Doesn't the child have a mother?"

Jeslyn interjected quietly, "My mother died."

A subtle tension hung in the air.