Her Precious Baby

“No worries,” Angeline replied with a sarcastic smile. She then waved at Floretta. “Come over here. Let me get a good look at you.”

Grinning, Floretta made her way to Angeline. Her tiny frame was glued to Angeline’s chest, happiness apparent on her face. “I guess you’re still unaware, but Daddy had admitted that Angel is my mommy. I’m not wrong.”

Francesca was shocked. “Really?”

Angeline, on the other hand, did not respond. Instead, she reached out to stroke Floretta’s hair while attentively examining the young girl’s features. Still, a sense of disbelief was deeply rooted within her.

She had never considered the possibility that the child she had been looking for five years had been there all along. But didn’t Joseline tell me that the child was kidnapped and sold to someone else?

But then again, Joseline is a habitual liar. She could make up any story to get me to sell my shares in the company.

Angeline, who had finally calmed down, was once again filled with sadness at the thought. At that, her tears trickled down her face without control.

Despite Angeline’s attempt to hide her tears, they still did not go unnoticed by Floretta’s sharp eyes. Feeling panicked, the little girl asked, “What’s wrong, Angel? Do you feel sick?”

“I’m fine,” Angeline replied as she hurriedly wiped her tears and tried to remain neutral. “I’m not crying.”

Floretta pursed her lips and swung her tiny clenched fists before yelling furiously, “You don’t have to hide things from me, Angel. Daddy has always been difficult to get along with. Tell me if he bullied you, and I’ll talk to him.”

Floretta’s remarks sounded as though the little girl was merely throwing a tantrum, but they still managed to move Angeline. However, Angeline still felt as if a giant stone was pressing on her heart, and she was on the verge of going insane from how suffocated she felt.

She struggled to believe that such a dramatic occurrence had actually happened to her.

Floretta clung to Angeline and insisted they sleep together. Angeline did not object as she picked up the little girl and walked straight to her bedroom.

a story while patting her shoulder repeatedly in an attempt to lull her to sleep. Finally, she was able to

reason, Angeline felt suffocated. She walked up to the balcony and opened the window. It was only when the cold breeze hit her face that she

lights from the study next to her room were still on. Angeline could see the silhouette of the man who was bent over

lump in her throat and was immensely pained

there was still no concrete evidence, she should not put the blame

was best for Angeline to keep silent rather than alarm him and put

then stole her child away in secret, Angeline would never be able

might even bring the case

extreme measures. If it weren’t for this issue, I would’ve been living

a possibility that the person from her past could have been Evander, as that notion helped elevate her disgust of being

should I do? How should

not manage to sleep a wink

news, your Grandpa is being sent to the hospital now, Angeline. It seems like he’s not going

slight tinge of sleepiness during the morning. Yet, Nancy’s sudden call disrupted all of her

Angeline immediately packed her stuff and got

ever since the last meeting

top of that, there were not many people left in the Sorelle family to begin with. If Angeline were to leave Wilfred

live longer, Angeline had no choice but to

this without

from his bedside table

noticed Angeline rushing

does she look

pinched in a deep frown. He was about to call out for Angeline

the necklace yesterday. He

underneath the necklace. Evander took a few more steps toward the