Her Precious Baby

Then, she picked up the coffeepot on the table. “Floretta is Evander’s daughter. She’s not her.”

“I see,” Wilfred replied indifferently without saying anything further.

Instead of feeling shy, Floretta sat down next to the old man and chatted with him as though they were old friends. She told him about everything she experienced in kindergarten.

At first, Angeline thought Wilfred would get annoyed, but to her surprise, he was actually paying attention to the girl and would even reply to her childish remarks. I didn’t expect him to change so much. He no longer treated me harshly, and he’s even much more patient with a child.

Angeline poured the old man a cup of coffee, only to realize it had gone cold. When Mr. Ziegler was still here, he wouldn’t allow something like this to happen.

She smashed the pot on the table and angrily questioned the housekeeper, “Is this how you do things every day?”

Fearlessly, the housekeeper crossed her arms and spoke nonchalantly. “Ms. Joseline’s the one paying me. You don’t have the right to criticize me.”

Angeline was livid upon hearing that. I’ve never seen a housekeeper as arrogant as her!

“That’s enough. Just let her be.” Wilfred sighed heavily. “Why did you suddenly come home?”

Hearing that, Angeline ignored the rude housekeeper and turned to look at Wilfred. “The anniversary of my parents’ deaths is right around the corner, so I’m here to ask if anything’s planned this year.”

Holding his walking stick, he responded grimly, “Josie’s usually the one taking care of this matter. However, there is still no news from her about it. She’s probably too busy preparing for childbirth.”

“I see,” she replied. She disliked the way Joseline held a grand ceremony for the anniversary of her parents’ deaths. Hence, she decided to only bring a flower when revisiting their graves in a few days.

Subsequently, she turned to meet Wilfred’s unfocused, lifeless eyes which looked like two dried wells obscured from sunlight. “Your eyes…”

“I can’t see anymore. When we age, our bodies break down. That’s just how things are. The doctor diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer.

him with disbelief. “You were still healthy last year.

even sounded relaxed as he related, “The doctor

him while holding a glass of water. “I brought you some water from

of warm

aren’t as smart as her. One time, when you brought me a

remember that?” Angeline was

do. How

reminiscing the past, the old man stared at the void before him with his unfocused eyes while his voice sounded world-weary. “I’ve been thinking about

there silently, for

many things to hurt you. Now that I look back at what I did, I must admit that I’ve gone way too overboard. I apologize for what

held his arm. “Please

distressed, and she didn’t know what

and treated unkindly by her grandpa, Angeline was so disappointed that the bond she shared with Wilfred was basically reduced to nothing by that

that moment, she was probably ready to let go

from late-stage lung cancer. He was heroic and proud throughout his life, yet he was reduced to such a sickly, bony state thanks to cancer. As a result, he

of emotional torture was much more insufferable than

conversation,

fond of Floretta, so he invited them to stay for a meal, to which they happily

gone somewhere else, so Angeline put on an apron and prepared a meal

time she exited the kitchen, Floretta had already become good friends with Wilfred. The duo

little girl fondly and was all smiles as he listened to the

just how she