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, âYou can leave now.
â
After the bodyguard left, Albert looked into the suite, but he couldnât see Jessie from this angle.
He could hear the voice of Jeslyn from inside.
Jeslyn was in better spirits.
She comforted Jessie, âYou are going through a breakup, right? It doesnât matter.
My dad is still single.
At the worst, I can let him marry you.
â
Jessie, feeling somewhat disheartened, dismissed the idea lightly, âIâm not interested.
â
Jeslyn, with a hint of playfulness in her tone, retorted, âYou have no idea how many are lining up for a chance with my dad.
Youâre quite choosy.
â
Jessie remained silent, lost in thought.
Then, at the doorway, a frail figure emerged, clinging to the frame for support.
Albertâs gaze fell upon them, his voice low, âItâs something I must plead with her myself.
â
Jessieâs eyes lifted to meet Albertâs.
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, âDonât worry about the earlier incident.
Theyâve left and wonât be returning to Duefron.
â
The memory of Monicaâs accusations brought a flush of discomfort to Jessie, mingled with complex feelings toward Albertâs involvement in Axellâs fate.
The situation might have been different had Albert n
ot intervened, possibly sparing Axell a decade-long sentence.
Albertâs voice softened, breaking into her thoughts.
âI gave them 10 million.
That should suffice.
â
Under normal circumstances, Albertâs 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, âMr.
Waston, are you disregarding your own well-being?â
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 Albertâs wound had reopened.
Albert was swiftly taken to the emergency room, where he received 12 stitches before being wheeled back to his room, his complexion ghostly.
As the nurse set up his IV, she admonished, âAnother incident like this could be fatal.
â
Turning to Jessie with a look of dissatisfaction, she remarked, âYouâre his partner, arenât you? Please, keep an eye on him.
His well-being is paramount.
The doctors didnât bring him back so he could put his life in danger all over again!â
Jessie opened her mouth to clarify their relationship but found herself speechless.