Her Precious Baby

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.

ventures of late, Ms. Sorelle.

purpose for

child looks like?” Jonathan’s voice dripped with mockery as

down, Angeline

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

“Speak your mind.”

out on him whenever he lost money gambling by beating and berating him,” Jonathan said quietly, his voice becoming

uneasy at

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

abuse is against the law. Furthermore, the wounds on the child look

from shooting those commercials, Angeline? The matter is still not yet known to be a conspiracy. Besides, who knows what the good-for-nothing father would do to you in his panic if you insist on taking the child away?” Jonathan barked,

her calm at Jonathan’s words. Her gaze turned

an eye out for an opportune

Several moments later, he dropped

to ask in return. Consider yourself warned. I will come

“What—”

she could ask further, Jonathan

doubt surfaced in her eyes. Though she was unclear about Jonathan’s motive, she knew it would not

confirmed that Floretta is my daughter, any accident

the little boy, she felt a boulder weighing down on her

is all it takes to learn

back slid dejectedly down the side of the bath and into the water. She

struck down by wave after

aim. With a resounding thud, she sent the ball flawlessly into

“Sublime golfing, Mrs. Yiurk.”