Her Precious Baby

Edwin had been her father’s right-hand man when her father was alive. The former watched her grow up since she was young, and she remembered how kind he was to her.

After that, Edwin led her into the mansion. Along the way, he excitedly described the changes in the household to Angeline.

As she looked at the familiar mansion before her, the look in her eyes darkened and mixed feelings surged in her heart.

I’m finally home.

However, the place she grew up in seemed painfully unfamiliar to her now.

When they reached the entrance, Edwin looked at her with worry as he reminded her, “Ms. Joseline and Mr. Yiurk are here, Ms. Angeline. I’m afraid you—”

“It’s fine.” Angeline smiled slightly and comforted, “Mr. Ziegler, don’t worry. I am no longer the vulnerable little girl who needed protection. I know how to act accordingly.”

Upon hearing that, Edwin bobbed his head and opened the door for her. As he watched her step in calmly, tears rolled down his cheeks again.

Angeline’s current demeanor made Edwin’s heart clench, but above all, he was gratified. She finally set foot in the Sorelle residence again after so many years.

After keeping her emotions in check, Angeline peered in and saw a man in his sixties in the living room. Despite his old age, he was still standing tall and straight, exuding an august air.

“You’re home?” Wilfred turned around to look at her. The dullness in his voice was evident, and he didn’t sound as excited as the first time they met.

“Yes.”

Angeline walked over. Before she sat on the couch, she straightened her skirt.

“I’ve asked the housekeepers to prepare your favorite snacks and drink. Do enjoy,” said Wilfred with a deep voice, gesturing at the table before him. He seemed listless, and the skin beneath his eyes was sunken, showing traces of exhaustion.

Angeline stared at the plate of fruits with an inexplicable look in her eyes. After moments of silence, she replied indifferently, “Thank you. Please just get to the point.”

Wilfred flew into a rage and slammed his cane on the marble

can’t even get

Wilfred mockingly. “Grandpa, don’t you remember what happened in this living room in the past? Don’t you remember how you ruthlessly drove me out of the

upon hearing

of himself and punished her with a whip right in front of

took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on Angeline. “I know you’ve resented me for all these years, but I only did what I had to for the sake of the Sorelle

knew it. He’ll never realize his mistakes, so it won’t make a difference no matter what

all, the purpose of her visit was merely

else,

and went up to the second floor. She reached the room in the corner and turned the door knob. With

out of the room coupled with a lot of dust. A coughing fit assailed

unchanged apart from the thick dust that settled after the room wasn’t cleaned for a

grabbed a ladder before climbing up to reach the inconspicuous

rolled-up object fell

from the ladder and bent over to pick the object up. After unrolling it, she saw that it was indeed the title

gift Angeline’s mother had

you must keep this in a safe place and remember not to transfer it to others. When you get married, I’ll prepare a more generous dowry for you. Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Her mother’s affectionate tone

deep breath in an

tidying up the place, she put the title deed in her bag and took it with her along with the trinkets her mother gifted her, for she never wanted to return

regain the shares of Sorelle Group that her

the stairs, she walked straight to the door without

forgotten everything we’ve taught you? How can you leave without saying

“From the moment I was kicked out of

atmosphere became tense all of a

was so infuriated that his face contorted. He

him and knitted her brows. She knew that Wilfred was suffering from pneumonia,

Wilfred and stroked his chest to help