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.”

for a moment, not knowing what to reply. She merely

Please help to look after them, and

exhausted to think about anything.

Do

gestured to Francesca with a wave of her hand. Then, she pressed her palm against the wall for support

unpredictable. It was still bright and sunny in the day, but come nighttime, the sky

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

as long as a century; she had

moments with the Sorelle family, and when she got acquainted with Hanson in school and became a couple, as well as the incident where

had was the incident that happened five years ago. Every scene was vivid and felt

“Argh!”

her so much that she let out a huge

“Angeline?”

magnetic male voice brought Angeline back

into space, her breathing becoming faster and heavier. Her hair and back were drenched with sweat; she looked like she had been pulled out of a bucket of

onto her skin like

“Are you all right?”

sight. His brows were tightly knitted, and there

you doing

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

came to pick up Floretta,” Evander explained. He propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping

too exhausted and caught a cold. The distress you’re experiencing also contributed to your sickness.” Evander placed his hand on her forehead to feel how warm she

filled her eyes, and she looked like a

happening? I don’t feel anything wrong,”

sick with that headache and fever?” Evander raised

can look after two children

up!” Angeline was upset by his words. She could not

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

slightly and sniggered. “It looks like you’re

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

argue, huh? It looks like your brain

the doctor ordered

“Angel.”

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“He’s fine,” Angeline lied.

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you for the comforting