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?”

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

composure and

“How’s Grandpa?”

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 continue to live on life

and her eyes were

things taken such a rapid turn for

had been capable of walking when she visited him, yet in a matter of days, he was already confined to

tampering with his medication

behind Wilfred’s decline, Joseline, was putting on a convincing act as she staggered to her feet and plastered on an expression like the world was

with tissues to wipe her tears while comforting

with us. I’ll seek out lung specialists from other countries to treat

A spark of hope lifted Joseline’s spirits as

the second choice. I believe Grandpa desires

Angeline’s face into a

but was disregarded by the doctor, who’d received the green light from Joseline to carry out

red light indicating an ongoing surgery lighted up, intensifying Angeline’s nagging worry, which manifested

elderly would have preferred death over

it was clear as day that she was merely putting on the facade of a filial granddaughter at the end

into place in

would be a win-win situation for her to successfully acquire the company

could never have imagined anyone to be so grossly

from the ward shortly by a nurse. He was unconscious

verge of falling, but she suppressed

feel extremely agonizing for

trailed

have followed behind them 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 no longer have any right

Angeline’s heart dropped.

turns out all that Joseline cares about is the

“What nonsense! Angeline is a member of

“As if!”