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.

that, Angeline quickly helped him to the balcony and sat him down

have to take good care of yourself. Didn’t anyone come to look

helpless and world-weary voice, he explained, “I’ve been unconscious for the 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 than that, I’m on

Joseline?

disturb me,” Wilfred answered. Although it seemed like he was explaining

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

welcoming party soon, right? I’ve never seen that child before, but I’ve got

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

at the very end of his life. How does Joseline have the

oatmeal. It helps

to tell Wilfred the truth, Angeline poured some oatmeal

due to his illness, he still picked up the spoon and ate the oatmeal.

better. His complexion improved, and his face was

it since she was free. If I don’t

spend some time with Wilfred in

an hour of washing the clothes, she stepped out of the room with the clean clothes in a basket. As soon as she reached Wilfred’s ward, she saw

come to

his pockets, Liam looked at her and flashed her

stopped in her tracks and engaged in

your rounds? It

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

know why but Joseline sent everyone away. How could Grandpa get

a hint of hatred

pondering, he spoke. “I know the situation in your family is complicated, so I shouldn’t

“What is it?”

think someone is

Floretta stack the toy blocks she had brought over from school. While he was at