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…”

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

“You were still healthy last year. How did

tone even sounded relaxed as he related, “The doctor said it’s an illness that was developed over the years. As I grew older, my body struggled to keep up.

glass of water. “I brought you some water from the kitchen, Old Mr.

took the glass of warm water and caressed the

recounted earnestly, “This little girl is as thoughtful as you when you were young, Angeline. However, you aren’t as smart as her. One time, when you brought me a glass of water

that?”

course I do. How

“I’ve been thinking about a lot of things during the past few days. I’m glad you came.

there silently, for she knew what he was

treated you harshly. I did many things to hurt you. Now that I look back at what I did,

that, she hastily held his arm. “Please

felt distressed, and she

treated unkindly by her grandpa, Angeline was so

him, of course, but at that moment, she was probably

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

torture was much more insufferable than any physical

conversation,

he invited them to stay for a meal, to which they happily

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

already become good friends with Wilfred. The duo chatted away

cuddled the little girl fondly and was all

“That’s just how she is. She talks a lot. I