She went on, âJessieâs dadâs really sick, so no oneâs handling the business.
Marcus mentioned her dadâs not great with that stuff.
Mr.
Watson, Jessieâs in over her head with all this.
â
Albertâs heart twinged at her words.
In a low tone, he said, âGot it.
â
Melissa couldnât gauge Albertâs thoughts.
But he ended the call right after.
Afterward, Albert stared at the stub of his cigarette for a while.
All he could picture was Jessieâs swollen face.
She was so pampered, probably couldnât handle the painâ¦
Just the thought of it tore him up inside!
Albert wasted no time in deciding to head back to Duefron.
Sure, things here in Heron were still shaky, and he needed to stick around the head office.
But right now, all he could think about was getting back to Duefron pronto.
The problem was that there were no flights at this hour.
So he opted to drive, an eight-hour journey that would get him there by morning.
As he descended the stairs, Daisy happened to stroll in.
With her flawless makeup, she looked like a vision of grace.
She was in high spirits.
Seeing Albert grab his coat, she couldnât resist asking, âOff somewhere, Albert? Itâs late.
â
Albert paused, casting a glance her way.
That was when he noticed a faint love bite on Daisyâs neck.
And the expression on her face.
Albert put two and two together.
But aside from a twinge of discomfort, he couldnât care less.
If anything, he felt a weight off his shoulders, thinking maybe Daisy could find her own fun, something he sure wasnât providing.
In a nonchalant tone, he replied, âGot something to sort out.
Might take a couple days.
â
Daisy seemed even happier at that.
Forced smile in place, Albert made a quick exit from the villa.
Watching him disappear, Daisy was ready to head upstairs when the servant softly reminded her, âMaâam, you canât keep coming in late like this.
Mr.
Watson asked about it earlier.
I was really nervous.
â