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.

moment, her phone rang in her

frowned and

the Golding family. Ms. Floretta has been asking to see you. Mr. Golding has instructed me to ask you if I could

hear that. It was at that

to the cafe, bought a red velvet cake from the

got into a minivan that sped

grass in the courtyard stood a swing entangled by flowers and vines. Dressed in a pink lace dress, Floretta sat on the swing and swung her

stood a middle-aged lady who had an

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

“Ms. Floretta,

a

box. She held it close to her chest, her eyes crinkling as she

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

that. Please slow down, Ms. Floretta. We don’t want to drop this cake, now do

Angeline feel slightly awkward. She

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.

“You flatter me,

grabbed Angeline’s hand and led her into the mansion. Upon arriving at the living room, Angeline

pies, and unopened presents. Angeline figured they must be

why don’t you play with Ms. Floretta? I’ll head over to the kitchen to finish

brows upon hearing apple

want to try

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

join

Floretta showing so much interest in something. She nodded and said, “Of course. Come