Albert escorted Jeslyn to the hospital.
After examining her, the doctor diagnosed acute pneumonia. Being pals with Albert, he couldnt resist quipping, Howd she catch a cold in this weather? Beats me. Albert, you have to take care of your family, even with a booming business to worry about.
Albert found himself at a loss for words.
He couldnt spill the beans that the kid wasnt his and her mom couldnt care less.
All Albert could manage was a bitter smile. I hear you.
The doctor nodded, jotting down orders for hospitalization. Shell need to be admitted to hospital for three days and administered fluids. If alls well by then, she can be discharged.
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Albert thanked the doctor and entrusted the baby to the servant before heading for admission.
Just before leaving, the doctor casually inquired, Wheres Jeslyns mom? Why isnt she here?
Albert gave a faint smile. Shes probably tied up.
The doctor couldnt shake off those rumors. He sighed inwardly, opting not to pry further.
Albert got Jeslyn checked in.
The room was a plush pink suite spanning one hundred and twenty square meters. It screamed luxury, a super VIP childrens ward, costing an arm and a leg for just one night.
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The servant adored Jeslyn dearly.
The servant cradled Jeslyn, glancing around the room. She planted a kis on Jeslyns cheek, feeling grateful that Albert cared for the little girl.
Even though Jeslyn wasnt his own, his love for her was evident.
Something seemed off with his virility, and he probably couldnt have children, which could explain everything.
Jeslyn was hooked up to an IV by the nurse, who then took off.
The servant hummed a lullaby and lulled Jeslyn to sleep, giving her gentle pats. Spotting Albert by the window, she couldnt decipher his thoughts.
After some hesitation, the servant spoke up.
Mr. Waston, dont fret. Back in my hometown, theres a remedy for mens issues. Ill fetch it on my break. Your secrets safe with me.
Albert was taken aback, but then comprehended what the servant meant.
He didnt turn or elaborate, simply saying, Thanks.
The servant was worked up.
She blurted out, Once youre better, you and Mrs. Waston can try for kids. Youre kind-hearted. Surely, things will work out. God wouldnt be so unfair.