Her Precious Baby

It seemed like that woman had become a taboo topic.

Revealing a look of confusion, Floretta replied, “I don’t know. I’ve never seen my mom since young. Grandma said that she didn’t want me.”

“Furthermore, Grandma only likes boys, so she keeps forcing Daddy to marry Ms. Sherrock and have an heir. Once Daddy actually marries that woman, I’ll be kicked out of the house to wander the streets.” Floretta sighed heavily, propping an arm beneath her chin with a troubled look.

Her sighs made her seem like an adult.

Although Angeline knew that Floretta was exaggerating, she still felt her heart ache when she heard that.

If she had not lost her daughter, she would be as old as Floretta by now.

Whenever she looked at Floretta’s situation, her thoughts would wander to her child. Although she might not live as good a life as Floretta, but she…

Angeline did not dare to continue her thoughts. Tears welled up as she raised her head slightly and fanned her eyes.

Floretta was shocked by her reaction.

What’s happening? Not only did I fail at setting up Angel’s and Daddy’s marriage, but I also made her cry! Oh no! Am I going to be chased out by Ms. Sherrock to the streets? Can I still survive by being a child celebrity?

Floretta quickly whipped out a piece of tissue paper and passed it to Angeline so she could wipe her tears. In a cute voice, Floretta consoled, “Angel, don’t be sad. Daddy treats me very well.”

Angeline calmed down and stroked Floretta’s head with a determined look in her eyes.

“Floretta, you must believe that your mother had her own reasons. No mother in the world is cruel enough to abandon her child. You must grow up well and wait for her to find you again.”

By saying that, she had already solidified her determination to find her child.

After they finished eating, Lester suddenly called Angeline over to film another shot, which would take around ten minutes. During that period, Francesca would probably have arrived.

stay in the room to drink her yogurt and

easily. Since she looked so confident, Angeline did not think much about it and left the

minutes after Angeline left, someone

“Who’s that?”

shop. You ordered a strawberry cake from us in

that, Floretta’s eyes

be Angel’s

it, the more excited she got. She climbed down from the bed, ran to open the door, and said to the man

man held Floretta’s hand and walked forward. When they reached the ground floor, he suddenly led her around multiple

scared, Floretta tugged the man’s arm and refused to budge. “Sir, send

man turned his head around and revealed a vicious smile. He lifted Floretta abruptly and tossed

was done with her work, so

the afternoon. Yet, when she returned

she could barely stand on her

brought Floretta away, she would have informed

my God! There’s a little girl in the freezer room. Whose daughter is she!” At that

to think, she ran down the stairs and dashed

weak, child-like voice

of the freezer room and was instantly enveloped by a

and fanned the pungent smell of chemicals away. Scanning the messy freezer room,

“Angel…”

only wearing a thin shirt, was cowering behind a pile of boxes. She hugged

she had closed her eyes in

her eyes watered before tears rolled down her cheeks. Her entire mind was occupied by nothing

scared, Floretta! I’ll bring

she felt how cold the girl’s body was, a chill ran down her

she reached the door, she realized

door could not be