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.

to lull her to sleep. Finally, she was able to

Angeline felt suffocated. She walked up to the balcony and opened the window. It was only when the cold breeze

lights from the study next to her room were still on. Angeline could see the silhouette of the man who was bent over his desk, working mercilessly. That serious look on his face sure

a lump in her throat

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

it was best for Angeline

pregnant and then stole her child away in secret,

might even bring the case

blame me for taking such extreme measures. If it weren’t for this issue, I would’ve been living a happy and fulfilling

possibility that the person from her past could have been Evander, as that notion helped

I do? How should

did not manage to sleep

hospital now, Angeline. It seems like he’s not going to

Angeline finally felt a slight tinge of sleepiness during the

call, Angeline immediately packed her stuff

but ever since the last meeting with him, their relationship had

were not many people left in the Sorelle family to begin with. If Angeline were to leave Wilfred to

would be able to live longer, Angeline had no

leaving like this without giving

grabbed the cup from his

Angeline rushing out of the

matter? Why does she look like she’s

was about to call out for Angeline but

who helped Angeline wear the necklace yesterday. He was

a piece of paper underneath the necklace. Evander took a few more steps toward the table and