Hearing this, he smiled slightly. Who said that money could not buy anything?

In his opinion, he could buy anything except Jessie.

He waved his hand and said, "You can leave now.”

After the bodyguard left, Albert looked into the suite, but he couldn't see Jessie from this angle. He could hear the voice of Jeslyn from inside.

Jeslyn was in better spirits.

She comforted Jessie, "You are going through a breakup, right? It doesn't matter. My dad is still single. At the worst, I can let him marry you."

Jessie, feeling somewhat disheartened, dismissed the idea lightly, "I'm not interested."

Jeslyn, with a hint of playfulness in her tone, retorted, “You have no idea how many are lining up for a chance with my dad. You're quite choosy."

Jessie remained silent, lost in thought.

Then, at the doorway, a frail figure emerged, clinging to the frame for support. Albert's gaze fell upon them, his voice low, “It's something I must plead with her myself."

Jessie's eyes lifted to meet Albert's.

Despite having undergone surgery just a day prior-a procedure that typically necessitated three days of bedrest-he had mustered the strength to visit her. He reassured Jessie, “Don't worry about the earlier incident. They've left and won't be returning to Duefron."

The memory of Monica's accusations brought a flush of discomfort to Jessie, mingled with complex feelings toward Albert's involvement in Axell's fate. The situation might have been different had Albert not intervened, possibly sparing Axell a decade-long sentence.

Albert's voice softened, breaking into her thoughts. “I gave them 10 million. That should suffice."

Under normal circumstances, Albert's actions might have been more severe, but with Jeslyn and Jessie in his life, he sought to tread a path of greater leniency.

Looking up at Albert, Jessie found herself at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Albert, attempting to offer a comforting smile, began to visibly struggle, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he teetered on the brink of collapse.

The nurse, bursting into the room, chastised, "Mr. Waston, are you disregarding your own well-being?”

Rushing to his side, the nurse helped Albert back to his bed. Even as he lay down, his gaze remained fixed on Jessie, as if anchoring his existence to her presence.

It was evident that Albert's wound had reopened.