Yes, I named our child.
And itâs just because I miss Jessie.
But you?
You couldnât care less about that child.
Youâre not interested in anything about her, are you? But Iâll show more mercy than you.
Before you go, Iâll let you meet your child.
Well, I should say Iâll let her meet you.
But childrenâs memoryâs limited.
Sheâll forget your face in time.
â
âSheâll remember her nanny, her teachers, every kind woman around her in her life; everyone but not you,â Albert said gently.
He wielded Daisyâs greatest mistake like a dagger, plunging it into her heart.
âIn my mind, Jeslyn is my child with Jessie.
Sheâs got nothing to do with you.
Truth is, I never cared much about physical stuff.
If I did, I wouldnât have only fallen for Jessie after all those flings,â he asserted.
Daisy closed her eyes in resignation.
She surrendered.
The nanny arrived with Jeslyn, but the meeting between Jeslyn and Daisy was brief.
Albert soon whisked Jeslyn away, shielding her from the distressing sight.
As expected, Jeslyn didnât recognize the woman on the bed.
Daisy breathed her last at nine in the evening.
Albert arranged an elaborate funeral for Daisy, though he opted not to bury her in the Waston family plot.
Instead, he found another resting place for her.
After all, they were once husband and wife.
The Fowler family had ties to the Wastons, and Melissa, Albertâs former colleague, received the news.
She was going to Heron.
Having coffee with Jessie, Melissa answered the call.
After she hung up, she murmured softly, âAlbertâs
wife has passed away.
â
Melissa fixed her gaze on Jessie.
Jessie stayed quiet for a moment before gracing her lips with a smile.
âWhat a shame.
Iâve heard they were deeply in love.
Itâs surprising they didnât make it through to the end.
â
Melissa sensed the indifference in Jessieâs words.
She believed that the relationship was long gone in Jessieâs heart.
Melissa remained silent, and they sat across from each other, sipping coffee quietly.
But Jessie appeared less relaxed than before, hinting that her earlier indifference might not have been genuine.
After that, they bid each other goodbye.
As usual, Marcus arrived to personally fetch Melissa.
Though he offered to drive Jessie home, she declined with a slight shake of her head, expressing her desire to wander alone.
Melissa felt compelled to speak but hesitated.
Marcus closed the door of the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom, fixing his gaze on Jessie for a moment before smiling.
âItâs good for you to have some time to yourself.
â