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…”

age, our bodies break down. That’s just how things are. The doctor diagnosed me

gazed at him with disbelief. “You were still healthy

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

approached him while holding a glass of water. “I brought you some water from the kitchen, Old

glass of warm water and caressed the girl’s braids

recounted earnestly, “This little girl is as thoughtful as you when you were young, Angeline. However, you aren’t as smart as her. One

remember that?”

do. How

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

many things to hurt you. Now that I look back at what I did, I must admit

that, she hastily held his arm.

and

the family and treated unkindly by her grandpa, Angeline was so disappointed that the bond she shared

that moment, she was probably ready to let go of her hatred against the

he was reduced to such a sickly, bony state thanks to cancer. As a result, he no longer possessed the

torture was much more insufferable than

that conversation, the atmosphere

them to stay for a meal, to which they

had gone somewhere else, so Angeline put on an apron

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

meal, Wilfred cuddled the little girl fondly and was all smiles as he

how she is.

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