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…”

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. I don’t have much time left

at him with disbelief. “You were still healthy last year. How did

calm expression, as though he had already accepted his condition. His tone even sounded relaxed as he related, “The doctor said it’s an illness that was developed over the years. As I

holding a glass of water. “I brought you some

of warm water and caressed the girl’s

Angeline. However, you aren’t as smart as her. One time, when you brought me a glass of water into my study, you ended up spilling it all over my

remember that?”

I do.

voice sounded world-weary. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things during the past few days. I’m glad

sat there silently,

Now that I look back at what I did, I must admit that I’ve gone way too overboard. I apologize for what I did, and I hope you’ll forgive

his arm. “Please don’t. I’ve never blamed

reason, she felt distressed, and she didn’t know what

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

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, bony state thanks to cancer. As a result, he no longer

much more

that conversation, the

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

had gone somewhere else, so Angeline put on an

time she exited the kitchen, Floretta had already become good friends

little girl fondly and was all smiles

said, “That’s just how she is. She talks a lot. I hope you don’t