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.

that moment, her phone rang in

she frowned and swiped the

been asking to see you. Mr. Golding has instructed me to ask you

was surprised to hear that. It was at that moment that she finally realized it was

you my location,” Angeline responded. She returned to the cafe, bought a red velvet cake from the counter,

into a

Dressed in a pink

stood a middle-aged lady who had an apron

hopped off the swing

went after her anxiously. “Ms.

a smile. “You little

Angeline revealing a cake box. She held it close to her chest, her eyes crinkling as she

turned and showed off to Francesca.

steady in an affectionate manner. “I see that. Please slow down, Ms. Floretta. We don’t want to

slightly awkward. She glanced at Francesca and said,

nodded respectfully, having a good impression of Angeline. “It’s all right. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Ms. Floretta this happy. You must be Ms. Sorelle, right? You look more

shyly. “You flatter

hand and led her into the mansion. Upon arriving at the living room, Angeline scanned the interior, which had a modern-style structure. It had

was filled with fruits, boxes of apple hand pies, and unopened presents. Angeline figured they must be given by Evander’s

over and said, “Ms. Sorelle, why don’t you play with Ms. Floretta?

her brows upon hearing apple hand pies. She looked rather

want to try making apple

lit up. She clapped excitedly and replied, “Yeah! I want to be

join

her ears, for she had never seen Floretta showing so much interest in