Her Precious Baby

Faced with her expectant gaze, Evander thought of how much she wanted Angeline to be her mother, yet could not bring himself to tell her the truth.

He glanced down, picked up a piece from the pile of blocks, and attached it to the tiny window ledge. It was a neat little addition.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a mother, Floretta. I love you all the same.”

Evander’s tone was solemn, but Floretta was thrilled by the addition to the window frame. He wondered if she had heard him.

Meanwhile, Angeline headed home after leaving Floretta and eased herself into a bath. She even set her tablet on a portable desk to watch “The Journey.”

She had been too busy shooting of late to have even seen her own show.

The highly anticipated series by the major media companies attracted heavy investment in the setting and costumes, making it a pleasure to watch.

In addition, the sequence was particularly aesthetic, with superb editing.

Just when she was getting into it, Angeline was alerted by a WhatsApp notification bell across her homepage.

Frowning, she opened the app and saw that it was Jonathan, who she had not contacted for a long time. He had sent several images.

Angeline suddenly froze when she loaded the file. She grew pale with fright.

It was a boy, of about five, with the most exquisite features she had ever seen. He was dressed in clothes adorned by patches that revealed scars of various sizes all over him.

Some of them were fresh wounds, and others were old. The sight of his skeletal figure looked especially forlorn.

Her heart raced when she realized what was happening. After struggling to regain her composure, she dialed his number.

As if awaiting her call, Jonathan picked up almost immediately.

on the success of your ventures of

purpose for sending me those

Have you forgotten what your child looks like?”

down, Angeline

Floretta was the child I had lost all those years ago, I have

“Speak your mind.”

out on him whenever he lost money gambling by beating and berating

grew deeply uneasy at those

to you with the police,” she said desperately as she

seek, child abuse is against the law. Furthermore, the wounds on the child look serious. His life may even be in jeopardy if he isn’t given

the good-for-nothing father would do to you in his panic if you insist on taking the child

her calm at Jonathan’s words. Her gaze turned

keep an eye out for an opportune

Several moments later,

return. Consider yourself

“What—”

she could ask further, Jonathan

felt conflicted, and doubt surfaced in her eyes. Though she was unclear about Jonathan’s

Floretta is my daughter, any accident could happen

from Jonathan again. Staring at the wounds all over the little boy, she felt a

it takes to learn who my child

the side of the bath and into the water. She shut

has been incredibly unfair of late. I’ve been struck down by wave after wave of

aim. With a resounding thud, she sent the ball flawlessly into the hole on the far end

“Sublime golfing, Mrs. Yiurk.”