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.

the balcony

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

a 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 my own most

Joseline?

answered. Although it seemed like he was explaining

scenery outside the window, a gentle breeze brushed the hairs on his face,

baby is having his welcoming party soon, right? I’ve never seen that child before, but I’ve got him a gold locket. I don’t know how to pass it to them

reddened at Wilfred’s musings, and complicated thoughts swirled

Joseline really knows no bounds. He’s still thinking of her at the very end of his life. How does Joseline have the nerve to harm him when he cares so much

some oatmeal. It helps

down her desire to tell Wilfred the truth, Angeline poured some oatmeal into a bowl and

he still picked up the spoon and ate the oatmeal. He was touched, for Angeline had made it specially for

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

a pile of dirty laundry on the couch and thought of dealing with it since she was free. If I don’t tend

asked Floretta to spend some time with Wilfred in

room with the clean

you come to

his pockets, Liam looked at

stopped in her tracks and engaged in

you on your rounds? It

my job. Anyway,

don’t know why but Joseline sent everyone away. How could Grandpa get any better

hatred surfaced in

shoulder and sighed. After pondering, he spoke. “I know the situation in your family is complicated,

“What is it?”

think someone is investigating

While he was at it, a block accidentally slipped from his hand and fell to the