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.

no longer

in bed,

unlike her usual self. Evander sat beside the bed and gazed

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

her expression when she was probing about the spokesperson contract and what happened afterward.

how time flies. Angeline barged into my life without warning and settled

helplessly, and she struggled to breathe as though she had fallen into the ocean. Despite her efforts

someone taking her temperature and tucking her

felt warm, but she was still plagued

don’t leave me,” she

had a flashback of the rainy night five years ago before she gave birth. Held captive in the village, she broke down after learning

walk all the way to

the lightning flashed and thunder boomed, she couldn’t hold on to her umbrella. It flew

streets. Fortunately, an elderly man saved

see her parents for one last time. When she regained consciousness,

their parents’ autopsy report or tell her about the details

depression and moved to the

that day, and she remembered sweating buckets from the anguish. Amidst the excruciating pain, she grabbed the nurse’s arm and pleaded, “Please

the baby’s cries, she felt as though a burden was lifted from her shoulders. She thought life was

her baby when

despair, flailing her arms about to grab the blanket that was used to wrap her baby in. However, she caught nothing but

she opened her eyes

as she observed the

senses and belatedly realized something. I was so engrossed in finding my baby’s whereabouts that I

her heart racing as cold sweat drenched her

“Are you okay?”

was lost in her thoughts when a

Scared out of her wits, she parted her