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?”

a hospital.” The doctor was followed

regained her composure and approached the

“How’s Grandpa?”

Mrs. Yiurk. We tried our best, but Old Mr. Sorelle’s condition is still unstable. There are two choices for him at the moment. The first is to let him go peacefully,

color, and her eyes were

taken such a rapid turn

him, yet in a matter of

Joseline been tampering with his medication

act as she staggered to her feet and plastered on an expression like the world was ending. “Grandpa, how could

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

with us. I’ll seek out lung specialists

A spark of hope lifted Joseline’s spirits as she clung tightly to the doctor’s hand and

choice. I believe Grandpa desires to continue

words transformed Angeline’s face

by the doctor, who’d received the green light from Joseline to carry

ongoing surgery lighted up, intensifying Angeline’s nagging worry, which manifested physically as

preferred death over living a life

judge if Joseline genuinely had any feelings of affection for Wilfred, but it was clear as day that she was merely putting on the facade

place in her

a win-win situation for her to successfully acquire the company while

never have imagined anyone

from the ward shortly by a nurse.

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

feel extremely

Joseline wailed as she trailed

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 to the shares in the

Angeline’s heart dropped.

all that Joseline cares about is the

sternly, “What nonsense! Angeline is a

“As if!”