Her Precious Baby

Chapter 184

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.

of your ventures of

purpose for sending me

few days. Have you forgotten what your child looks like?” Jonathan’s voice dripped with mockery as

Angeline

all those years ago,

“Speak your mind.”

father would take things out on him whenever he lost money gambling by beating and berating

uneasy at those

to you with the police,”

the wounds on

stupider 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

gradually regained her calm at Jonathan’s

keep an eye out

grunt. Several

have something to ask in return. Consider yourself warned. I will come knocking after

“What—”

ask further, Jonathan

her eyes. Though she was unclear about

that Floretta is my

again. Staring at the wounds all over the little boy, she felt a boulder weighing down on her chest, making it difficult

DNA test is all it takes to learn who my

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

down by wave

sportswear and a cap, Joseline held the club firm and took careful aim. With a

“Sublime golfing, Mrs. Yiurk.”

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