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?”

Please keep your volume down in a hospital.” The doctor was followed by a group of nurses as he made his way

composure and

“How’s Grandpa?”

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, while the second is to remove half of his lung through surgery, after which he’d continue to live on

was blanched of color, and her eyes were brimming with

things taken such a rapid turn for the

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

Joseline been tampering with

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

to wipe her tears while comforting her. He was evidently

with us. I’ll seek

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

I

transformed Angeline’s face

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

up, intensifying Angeline’s nagging worry, which manifested physically

preferred death over living

had any feelings of affection for Wilfred, but it was clear as day that she was merely putting

had fallen into place in

acquire the company

have imagined anyone to be so grossly

was wheeled out from the ward shortly by a nurse.

tears in Angeline’s eyes were on the verge of falling, but she suppressed them with sheer willpower and shielded her

feel extremely agonizing

Joseline wailed as she trailed

behind them but was halted by Joseline’s warning, which oozed with contempt, “Don’t you dare take another step closer. After being

Angeline’s heart dropped.

that Joseline cares about is the

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

“As if!”