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.

ventures of late,

is your purpose for

you forgotten what your child looks like?”

down, Angeline felt

the child I had lost all those years ago, I have neglected the

“Speak your mind.”

things out on him whenever he lost

uneasy

you with the police,” she said

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

known to be a conspiracy. Besides, who knows what the good-for-nothing

gradually regained her calm at Jonathan’s words. Her gaze

an eye out for

a hearty grunt. Several moments later,

ask in return. Consider yourself warned. I

“What—”

could ask

surfaced in her eyes. Though she was unclear

Floretta is my daughter, any accident

little boy, she felt a boulder weighing down on her chest, making it difficult for

all it takes to learn who my child

Her back slid dejectedly down the side of

struck down by wave after wave of hardship quicker than

and took careful aim. With a resounding thud, she sent the ball flawlessly

“Sublime golfing, Mrs. Yiurk.”

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