Her Precious Baby

Angeline raised a brow when she heard that. To make sure she was not mistaken, she asked, “Were you the one who sent the text?”

“What do you think? I’ve done you a great favor, haven’t I?” His gentle voice was very attractive. As he spoke, he casually poured a packet of sugar into his cup of coffee and stirred it with a spoon. It was the amount Angeline took daily.

Angeline gazed at him solemnly, then pulled out a chair and sat down, clenching her bag strap. “Who are you? Why are you helping me?”

The man pushed the cup of coffee toward her. “I’m Jonathan Green. We have a common enemy, and I can help you take revenge.”

“Nonsense!” Angeline’s face darkened, and she got up to leave.

Right then, Jonathan, behind her, said, “I know you were set up by your sister to have sex with a stranger. You even gave birth to a child, right?”

He uttered every word unhurriedly, yet each word was a huge blow to Angeline.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at Jonathan. Her calm gaze stirred with emotions. “What are you trying to do? Are you suggesting we work together?”

Jonathan stood up and approached Angeline. His mischievous smile had vanished. “Yes. I’ll help you take back Sorelle Group’s shares and continue looking for the child. However, I need you to remember this. Get on Evander’s good books. That’s the easiest shortcut to your success. Give it some thought and contact me when you’ve made a decision.” With that, he turned around and left the cafe, having no intentions of staying back.

As Angeline watched him disappear from her sight, she slumped into her chair listlessly and stared at the cup of coffee in front of her in a daze.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized how terrifying the situation was. That man even knows how much sugar I put in my coffee. Just exactly how much has he looked into me? Most importantly, he said he’ll help me look for my child. Is he trying to tell me that my child isn’t dead?

At that thought, Angeline could no longer suppress the wave of emotions in her heart. She clenched her fists so hard that her palms became sweaty.

Shortly after, she stepped out of the cafe. As the blazing sun shone on her face, she lifted her hand and blocked it off.

her phone rang in her

an unfamiliar number, she frowned and swiped

the driver of the Golding family. Ms. Floretta has been asking to see you. Mr. Golding has instructed me to ask

surprised to hear that. It was at that

cafe, bought a red velvet cake from the counter, and patiently waited

minutes later, Angeline got into

lime-green grass in the courtyard stood a swing entangled by flowers and vines. Dressed in a pink lace dress,

lady

a car engine, Floretta hopped off the swing excitedly and ran toward

her anxiously. “Ms. Floretta, don’t run. You’ll

with a smile.

box. She held it close to her chest, her eyes crinkling as she beamed. “Wow! This is the best gift I’ve ever

to Francesca. “It’s from Angel! And it’s my favorite

in an affectionate manner. “I see that. Please slow down, Ms. Floretta. We

so happy made Angeline feel slightly awkward. She glanced at Francesca and said, “It’s

right. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Ms. Floretta this happy. You must be Ms. Sorelle, right? You

shyly. “You flatter

her into the mansion. Upon arriving at the living room, Angeline scanned the interior, which had

apple hand pies, and unopened presents. Angeline figured they must be given by

“Ms. Sorelle, why don’t you play with Ms. Floretta? I’ll head over to the

arched her brows upon hearing apple hand pies.

do you want to try making apple

clapped excitedly and replied, “Yeah! I want to be as great

we join

for she had never seen Floretta showing so