Her Precious Baby

“Was it a coincidence?”

Back then, he told Sylas to pay the nurse a huge sum of money so she would keep it a secret. He also sent his men to keep an eye on her regularly.

It was normal for accidents to happen, but the nurse happened to die when he began investigating Floretta’s birth mother.

Hence, it felt like there was more to things than met the eye.

“Mr. Golding, I sent our men to investigate the matter and discovered the nurse drank alcohol before she died. Besides, her car’s brakes weren’t working. It seemed like a murder.”

Hearing that, Evander ordered sternly, “Carry on with the investigation.”

He knew trouble would ensue once someone revealed Floretta’s identity on purpose.

Besides, if the nurse was murdered, it meant there was something amiss about Floretta’s birth mother’s identity, too. It was clear that the matter wasn’t as simple as he thought it was.

After the call ended, Evander took a long time to calm down. Leaning against the wall, he lit up a cigarette.

“It’s hot…”

Right then, Angeline started sobbing inside the room.

Hearing her sobs, Evander tossed away the remainder of his cigarette and stomped on it with his leather shoe.

He then opened the door and went into the room.

Angeline was still lying on the bed, but her posture was different from before. She had kicked away her blanket due to her high body temperature.

Evander, who was standing in the doorway, frowned as he remembered something.

He recalled Angeline mentioning she hated the smell of cigarettes. Thus, he went to the bathroom and took a shower to wash away the smell that lingered on his body.

was clean and no longer

bed, seemingly disturbed in her

extra tender, unlike her usual self. Evander sat beside the bed and gazed at her

often wears a suit of armor to protect herself. However, she’s

about the spokesperson contract and what happened afterward. A trace of warmth flitted across

life without warning and settled deep in my

felt like she had been sleeping for over a century. Her body was thrown around helplessly, and she struggled to breathe as though she had fallen into

taking her temperature

warm, but she was still plagued by countless

Mom, don’t leave me,”

of the rainy night five years ago before she gave birth. Held captive in the village,

so she had to walk all the way to the hospital in the

she couldn’t hold on to her umbrella. It flew away, and she was drenched

grief, she passed out on the streets. Fortunately, an elderly man saved her and brought her to the hospital, so her child was

parents for one last time. When she

her their parents’ autopsy report or tell her about the details of the car accident. Instead,

and moved to

day, and she remembered sweating buckets from the anguish.

the baby’s cries, she felt as though a

nurse would take away her baby when she didn’t even get to

flailing her arms about to grab the blanket that was used to wrap her baby in. However,

feeling. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and woke up

her nightmare faded away as she observed the room

engrossed in finding my baby’s whereabouts that I forgot about my parents’ cause of death. Did they really die in a

that thought struck her, Angeline felt her heart racing as cold sweat drenched

“Are you okay?”

a man’s deep voice rang out

bed. Scared out of her wits, she parted her lips and screamed out loud