Her Precious Baby

Chapter 87

Angeline quickened her pace when she saw the old man. “Are you the man in charge of watching over this house?”

“That’s right.” Arthur was puzzled as he had not seen her before. “Not many know of my identity, young lady. Who might you be?”

Angeline was just about to tell him but suddenly recalled the myriad of suspicious circumstances surrounding the house and swallowed the words she was about to utter.

After a moment’s thought, she answered, “I am a good friend of the owner. She promised to sublet this place to me, but I can’t help but notice it’s already occupied.”

Arthur appeared confused at her words. It was plain that he was unaware of the finer details of that arrangement.

“Oh, Ms. Sorelle has never mentioned this to me. I’ll ask for you when she next drops by.”

Ms. Sorelle.

Angeline’s gaze turned grim. Though her fists were clenched, she politely asked, “Might you be referring to Ms. Joseline Sorelle?”

The old man nodded. “That’s right. Ms. Sorelle would drop by twice a week to visit her boyfriend.”

Boyfriend?

Angeline examined the clothes on the rack and recalled seeing Stuart emerge, disheveled, from the mansion. With shock flashing across her eyes, she understood.

As Arthur was elderly, it would not be unusual for him to be unacquainted with news surrounding the entertainment industry.

I can’t believe Joseline would stow her lover away in my mansion.

Angeline sneered at that thought.

Joseline’s apparent devotion to Hanson and their appearance as a loving couple, she turned out to be an adulteress after all. If that’s the case, the child in Joseline’s belly

She fished her phone from her

mind reciprocating the favor. The news of her having an affair

make the call when

“I have something

I have to hand it to you for finding that Photoshop artist who somehow edited the photograph of you being pregnant into another woman. That woman even issued a public apology to clarify that she, instead of you, was

“What?”

of my having a child out

it. The matter is in the past anyway. The director of The Journey, Mr. McKenna, asked me to

Angeline did not respond.

things for you.

short call, Angeline gained

people would have the ability to

eyes, feeling guilty upon recalling her churlish

that you stay for a meal, young lady, seeing as you

flapped her hand, deciding not to give anything

assured, I understand,” Arthur promised with a kindly gaze. “For some reason, miss, you remind me of my

twinged at his words, and she instantly

I went out with Mom, who would brag childishly about

she concocted an excuse and

felt the cold wind whoosh by her ear through the open window. She clutched the steering

five years

taken over the only house Mom left me.

the matters you asked of me, Mr. Golding. The press will no longer publicize the

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