Her Precious Baby

She sounded hesitant, for she was not used to calling him that.

Despite that, Wilfred was still overjoyed when he heard the way she addressed him, so much so that his spirits were immediately lifted.

“It’s good that you’re here. I’m glad. Thank you for coming.”

“I’m sorry I’m late. I wanted to visit you when you got admitted to the hospital, but Joseline wouldn’t let me in, so I could only find another opportunity to slip in.”

When Wilfred heard that, he heaved a huge sigh before saying apologetically, “That’s just how she is. I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through.”

A hint of hatred appeared in Angeline’s eyes at the mention of Joseline. She couldn’t bring herself to forgive Joseline, so she changed the topic.

“Grandpa, why don’t I bring you to the balcony to get some fresh air?”

“Okay. It’s been a while since I got some sunlight.” Wilfred cracked a rare smile.

At his consent, Angeline held his arm and helped him sit up in bed.

Just then, Floretta walked in with a pair of sandals in her hands. With a soft and adorable voice as warm as the sunlight in spring, she said, “Old Mr. Sorelle, put on some shoes so you can keep your feet warm.”

A look of shock lined Wilfred’s face as he heard that, and soon, he broke out into a wide smile.

“Oh, it’s you, Floretta. I didn’t expect to see you again.”

Instead of approaching him, Floretta merely smiled sweetly at him and replied in a cheerful voice, “Old Mr. Sorelle, if you want to see me, I can always ask Angel to bring me here.”

“That would be great! I’d love for you to come often, but I don’t think I have much time left.”

Upon finishing his sentence, he was overwhelmed by immense sorrow. He began coughing violently despite only speaking briefly.

helped him to the balcony and sat him down

ill, so you have to take good care of yourself.

past few days, so I don’t know what happened. All I remember is that a nurse would bring me my meals and medication every day. Other

about Joseline? Doesn’t she

also sent everyone away, saying that she didn’t want anyone to disturb me,” Wilfred answered. Although it seemed like he was explaining on her behalf, it

scenery outside the window, a gentle breeze brushed the hairs on his face, stinging his eyes in the process. In a daze, he slowly

that child before, but I’ve got him a gold locket. I don’t know how to pass

reddened at Wilfred’s musings, and complicated thoughts swirled in her

of her at the very end of his life. How does Joseline have the nerve to harm him when he cares so much for

oatmeal. It helps you digest

poured some oatmeal into a bowl and handed it to the old

spoon and ate the

the warm oatmeal, Wilfred felt a lot better. His complexion improved, and his

dealing with it since she was free. If I don’t tend to it,

with Wilfred in

the clean clothes in a basket. As soon as she reached

come to visit

pockets, Liam looked at her and

and engaged in a conversation with

your rounds?

This is part of my job. Anyway, how’s Old Mr. Sorelle’s

don’t know why but Joseline sent everyone away. How could Grandpa get any better without anyone caring

hatred surfaced in

pondering, he spoke. “I know the situation in your family is complicated, so I shouldn’t say anything at this point to make things worse,

“What is it?”

think someone

over from school. While he was at it, a block accidentally