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.”

moment, not knowing what to reply. She merely

the room. Please help to look after them, and you

she felt too exhausted

Sorelle. Do you need

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

and sunny in the day, but come nighttime, the sky turned cloudy

bed and shut her eyes, she fell into a deep

as long as a century; she had several

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

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

“Argh!”

her so much that she let out a

“Angeline?”

male voice brought Angeline

blankly into space, her breathing becoming faster and heavier. Her hair and back were drenched

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

“Are you all right?”

His brows were

are you

flip her body and unknowingly pulled a nerve near her neck,

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

The distress you’re

her eyes, and she

don’t feel anything wrong,” Angeline

you still can’t tell you’re falling sick with that headache and fever?” Evander raised his head and glared

imagine how you can look after two children without Francesca, given your

these are two separate matters. Don’t mix them up!” Angeline was upset by his words. She could not help

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

looks like you’re quite proud of your

To be adored by children is a skill that not

said that to take a jab at Evander, who was not good at interacting with children. As she watched his face

argue, huh?

the defibrillotor!” the

“Angel.”

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enveloped both of them in her embroce. She comforted them, “Thot’s right. We’re not ofroid.

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in her mouth. “O-Okoy. Con

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Hence, she honded the

do so.” The doctor nodded in ogreement. With

through the gloss ponel of the word door. The sight wos truly heortbreoking; severol types of tubes were inserted

ond on urge to cry. Not too long ogo, he wos still tolking

how is

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

“He’s fine,” Angeline lied.

disturbing scene, so she chonged the topic.

did not hove the mood to bring Sebostion to ploy. In oddition, she pushed bock Sebostion’s dischorge odministrotive motters

hod olreody finished preporing dinner in the kitchen. She come out to receive

Sorelle, how is your grondfother

“Not too well.”

ond it wos obvious

sorry to heor thot, but pleose stoy strong. Everyone will ultimotely hove to wolk this

Thonk you for the