Her Precious Baby

Hanson’s voice was dripping with regret.

Joseline had broken down once more and was weeping on the ground. He had no option but to help her up.

Angeline curled her hands into fists as she took in the scene before her.

What’s the point of putting on such a grief-stricken act when she didn’t spare an ounce of concern for Grandpa when he was drugged?

She eyed Joseline coldly and retorted blithely, “For the love of god, please stop crying. It’s not as if Grandpa is dead. You seem to wish for his early passing with the amount of tears you’ve shed.”

The trembling in Joseline’s shoulders worsened with her racking sobs. She regained herself and pointed at Angeline.

“How could you speak of death so lightly? With the state that Grandpa is in, you might as well be cursing him!”

“Me, cursing him?”

Angeline’s voice quavered with anger that had reached its tipping point.

“You’d best explain yourself. Grandpa has always been under your care all these years and was still in the pink of health last I saw him during his birthday celebration. It doesn’t make sense how he could waste away in a matter of months!”

“You—”

Joseline’s tears could not be staunched. It was as if a major tragedy had befallen her at the grievous look on her face.

“The doctor stated that his ailment resulted from years of negligence. Since you blame me for not caring for Grandpa well enough, I suppose you’ve done a better job by barely even visiting him?”

“At least I won’t harm him,” Angeline scoffed.

Her words jolted Joseline.

“What are you hinting at?”

was followed by a group of nurses as he made his way out

and approached

“How’s Grandpa?”

condition is still unstable. There are two choices for him at the moment. The first is to let him go peacefully, while the second is to remove half of his lung through surgery, after which he’d

face was blanched of color, and her eyes were brimming with

such a rapid turn for

yet in a matter of days, he was already confined to a sickbed, his

Joseline been tampering with

and plastered on an expression like the world was ending. “Grandpa, how could you abandon me just like Mom

constantly provided her with tissues to wipe her tears while comforting her. He was evidently deceived by

cry. Grandpa is still with us. I’ll seek out lung specialists from other countries to treat

hope lifted Joseline’s spirits as she

second choice. I believe Grandpa desires to

transformed Angeline’s face

to voice her displeasure but was disregarded by the doctor, who’d received the green light

up, intensifying Angeline’s nagging worry, which manifested

have preferred death over living

Wilfred, but it was clear as day that she

everything had fallen into place in her

to successfully acquire the company while portraying the

imagined anyone to

out from the ward shortly by

the verge of falling, but she suppressed them with sheer willpower and shielded her

feel extremely agonizing

as she trailed the stretcher

but was halted by Joseline’s warning, which oozed with contempt, “Don’t you dare take another step closer. After being exiled from the Sorelle family by Grandpa, you

Angeline’s heart dropped.

turns out all that Joseline cares about is

admonished Joseline sternly, “What nonsense! Angeline is a member of the

“As if!”