Her Precious Baby

Chapter 122

Angeline paled in response as she helped Wilfred sit down on the couch.

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…”

our bodies break down. That’s just how things are. The doctor diagnosed me with late-stage

Angeline gazed at him with disbelief. “You were still healthy last year. How did things turn out like

doctor said it’s an illness that was developed over the years.

while holding a glass of water. “I brought

He took the glass of warm water and

when you were young, Angeline. However, you aren’t as smart as her. One time, when you

that?” Angeline was slightly

do. How could

eyes while his voice sounded world-weary. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of

response. Instead, she merely sat there silently, for she knew what he was about to

did 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

arm.

felt distressed, and she didn’t know

Angeline was so disappointed that the bond she shared with

used to hate him, of course, but at that moment, she was

cancer. He was heroic and proud throughout his life, yet he was reduced to such a sickly,

much more insufferable than any

conversation, the atmosphere

invited them

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

time she exited the kitchen, Floretta had already become

the little girl fondly and was all

and said, “That’s just how she is. She talks a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255