Her Precious Baby

“Angel.”

At this moment, Floretta came running to Angeline’s side together with Sebastian. The ward had become a restricted zone, resulting in Floretta being unable to see what was happening inside.

“Don’t be afraid. Old Mr. Sorelle will be all right. Boo hoo…” Floretta tried to console Angeline but ended up sobbing.

Although Floretta might be young and did not understand much about life and death, she could vaguely sense Wilfred’s condition was less than ideal.

Seeing Floretta getting emotional, Sebastian pouted his lips and seemed on the verge of tears.

Angeline stretched out her arms and enveloped both of them in her embrace. She comforted them, “That’s right. We’re not afraid. Grandpa will survive this crisis…”

The three of them waited nervously outside the ward. Time ticked by, and finally, the ward door was pushed open, and the doctor walked out.

He let out a heavy sigh and said, “We managed to resuscitate the patient, but I advise the family to be prepared for the worst.”

Angeline was shaken at what she heard. She could barely stand straight as her body and legs went soft.

Her lips were quivering, and words got jumbled up in her mouth. “O-Okay. Can I trouble the hospital to notify Joseline, please?”

Without a doubt, Wilfred’s funeral matters would have to follow the practices of the Sorelle family. Joseline was the one currently calling the shots in the household, and thus she had to be notified.

But she was reluctant to see that vicious woman. Hence, she handed the task to the hospital to relay the message.

“All right. We’ll do so.” The doctor nodded in agreement. With that, he and his medical staff left the ward.

Angeline glanced at Wilfred through the glass panel of the ward door. The sight was truly heartbreaking; several types of tubes were inserted into his frail body, and he seemed uncomfortable.

She felt her chest tighten and an urge to cry. Not too long ago, he was still talking to her, but now he was lying there, unresponsive.

“Angel, how is Old Mr. Sorelle?”

Floretta asked while tugging anxiously at Angeline’s clothes. All the while, she kept tip-toeing, hoping to see the situation in the ward.

“He’s fine,” Angeline lied.

She did not want the children to witness the disturbing scene, so she changed the topic. “Let’s go back. It’s time for dinner.”

Due to the sudden deterioration of Wilfred’s condition, Angeline did not have the mood to bring Sebastian to play. In addition, she pushed back Sebastian’s discharge administrative matters so that it would be more convenient for her to look after him while monitoring Wilfred’s condition.

Francesca had already finished preparing dinner in the kitchen. She came out to receive Angeline and the children when they arrived.

“Ms. Sorelle, how is your grandfather doing?” Francesca expressed her concern.

“Not too well.”

Angeline looked tired, and it was obvious that she had cried.

Francesca felt for her and sighed heavily. She tried to comfort her. “Ms. Sorelle, I’m sorry to hear that, but please stay strong. Everyone will ultimately have to walk this path when they’re old.”

“I know. Thank you for the comforting words.”

Francesca’s consolation gave Angeline a warm fuzzy feeling. As she watched the children dashing toward the dining table as soon as they entered the house, she took a closer look at the dishes. As expected, Francesca had whipped up a table full of sumptuous food.

Angeline furrowed her brows and questioned, “Why did you cook so much?”

“Oh, that’s because Mr. Golding is coming over. I forgot to tell you that he called earlier. He said that since Sebastian is getting better, he would like Ms. Floretta to resume her attendance at the kindergarten as she had taken several days of leave.”

“I see.”

Angeline could understand Evander’s intentions—he did not want Floretta to fall behind in her learning—but she was worried that the children would not take the separation too well. After all, they just started to be close, enjoying each other’s company.

A look of hesitation flashed across Angeline’s face. She could not bear to see the children upset when they had to part ways, so she gently reminded Francesca, “Don’t tell the children yet. Let Evander quietly take Floretta away after they fall asleep.”

Francesca nodded and responded with a light chuckle, “Mr. Golding had the exact sentiment. That being said, both of you seemed to have a telepathic connection.”

not knowing what to

Please help to look after them, and you need

pain in her head, and she felt too exhausted to think about anything.

Do you

to Francesca with a wave of her hand. Then, she pressed her palm against

October was always unpredictable. It was still bright and sunny in the day, but come nighttime, the sky turned cloudy and started

lied on the bed and shut her eyes, she fell into a deep

to last as long as a century; she

Hanson in school and became a couple, as

was the incident that happened five years ago. Every scene was vivid and felt extremely real; it was as if she was going through the pain once

“Argh!”

much that she let out a huge scream and

“Angeline?”

voice brought Angeline back

heavier. Her hair and back were drenched with sweat; she looked like she had been pulled out of a bucket of

soaking with sweat, clinging onto her skin like pieces of pickled cabbage,

“Are you all right?”

line of sight. His brows were tightly knitted, and there was

you doing

to see him. She tried to flip her body and unknowingly pulled a nerve near her neck, causing her

propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping

The doctor said you have been too exhausted and caught a cold. The distress you’re experiencing also contributed to

surprised. Innocence filled her eyes, and she looked like a confused

happening? I don’t feel anything wrong,” Angeline

with that headache and fever?” Evander raised his head and glared at

it hard to imagine how you can look after two children

matters. Don’t mix them up!” Angeline was upset by his words. She

the children with me. You haven’t seen how conscientious I am with them. Otherwise, why would they like me so

and sniggered. “It looks like you’re quite proud of your

adored by children is a skill

Evander, who was not good at interacting with children. As she watched his face fall flat, she

still have the energy to argue, huh? It looks like your brain

the doctor

“Angel.”

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dinner in the kitchen. She come out to receive Angeline

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you for the comforting