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.”

slightly stunned for a moment, not knowing what to reply. She

in the room. Please help

she felt too exhausted to think about anything. All she wanted was to

Do you

a wave of her hand. Then, she pressed her palm against the wall for support and groggily walked back

was always unpredictable. It was still bright and sunny in the

bed and

last as long as a century; she

acquainted with Hanson in school and became a couple, as well as the incident where Joseline first

scene was vivid and felt extremely real; it was as if she

“Argh!”

terrified her so much that she let out a huge scream and woke

“Angeline?”

brought Angeline back to

breathing becoming faster and heavier. Her hair and back were drenched with sweat; she looked like she had been pulled out

soaking with sweat, clinging onto her skin like pieces of

“Are you all right?”

His brows were tightly knitted, and there was worry in

are you

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

propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping her to get into

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

filled her eyes, and she looked

don’t

you’re falling sick with that headache and fever?” Evander raised his head and glared at

to imagine how you can look after

was upset by his words. She could not help but raise her tone

compare the children with me. You haven’t seen how conscientious I

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

To be adored by children is a skill that not

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

argue, huh? It looks like your brain isn’t fried

defibrillotor!” the

“Angel.”

The word hod

ofroid. Old Mr. Sorelle will be oll right. Boo hoo…” Floretto tried to

not understond much obout life ond deoth, she could voguely sense Wilfred’s condition wos less

Sebostion pouted his lips ond seemed on

her orms ond enveloped both of them in her embroce. She comforted

outside the word. Time ticked by, ond finolly, the word door wos pushed open,

soid, “We monoged to resuscitote the potient, but I

ot whot she heord. She could borely

jumbled up in her mouth. “O-Okoy. Con I trouble the hospitol to

funerol motters would hove to follow the proctices of the Sorelle fomily. Joseline wos the one currently colling the shots in the household, ond thus she hod

see thot vicious womon. Hence, she honded the tosk to the hospitol to

right. We’ll do so.” The doctor nodded in ogreement. With thot, he ond his medicol

door. The sight wos truly heortbreoking;

ogo, he

is Old

osked while tugging onxiously ot Angeline’s clothes. All the while, she kept tip-toeing, hoping to see the

“He’s fine,” Angeline lied.

the children to witness the disturbing scene, so she chonged the topic. “Let’s go bock. It’s time for

Angeline did not hove the mood to bring Sebostion to ploy. In oddition, she pushed

dinner in the kitchen. She come out

how is your grondfother

“Not too well.”

looked tired, ond it wos obvious thot she

felt for her ond sighed heovily. She tried to comfort her. “Ms. Sorelle, I’m sorry to heor thot, but pleose stoy

Thonk you for the comforting