Her Precious Baby

It was Floretta.

Angeline’s expression gradually softened. She obediently sat back and listened to the conversation intently.

With his brows slightly furrowed, Evander comforted, “It’s my fault. Be good and finish your meal with Franny. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

Only after hearing that did Floretta stop crying.

After he hung up the phone, Angeline looked at his stern profile and suddenly became curious as it seemed that Evander and Francesca had been the only ones accompanying the girl so far, and she had never seen Floretta’s mother in that picture.

“Mr. Golding, I’m guessing that your wife is usually overseas? I’ve never seen her before,” Angeline asked tentatively. If I can meet this mysterious woman, it may help me become the ambassador.

However, her words had evidently triggered something within Evander as his expression instantly darkened.

Sylas was about to say something, but he thought the better of it and could not help feeling nervous for her.

“Stop the car!” Evander instructed.

Sylas obediently pulled over by the road.

Angeline was stunned. Before she could process what was going on, the man said firmly, “Get out.”

“You mean now, Mr. Golding?”

Angeline thought she had heard him wrong and looked outside. Although the rain had stopped, there was not a single person under the night sky, and fear gripped her heart.

Evander did not repeat himself but reached over and opened the car door on her side, his intimidating gaze looking as though it could pierce through her, sending chills down her spine.

Angeline gulped in fear and fumbled to grip the car handle, using it as a support as she got out of the car.

No sooner had her feet touched the ground than Evander’s car sped away like the wind.

“Hey!”

The breeze at night was uncomfortably frigid, and apart from a few streetlights, there were hardly any cars.

a sudden rustle in the bushes snapped Angeline back to her

was a good man, but now it seems that I was such a fool! Would any normal human being dump a weak lady like me in the wilderness? I just casually asked about her daughter’s mother. Must he

a steady speed. Evander saw Angeline standing rooted to the spot through the rear window mirror. She was wearing

at Evander’s expression and could not

he chased Angeline out of the

Angeline only has herself to blame for touching on a sensitive topic. For all these years, the subject of Floretta’s birth mother has always

her?” Evander withdrew his eyes and leaned back against the seat while tugging at his tie with his slender fingers. Exhaustion and irritation were

that.” Sylas shuddered, not daring

more than an hour in the

to give out. She took off her slippers and noticed that there were blisters on

before heading to the bathroom to take a hot bath. Only after soaking in the warm

university, Angeline had never walked for such a long distance. Had she not

kit and applied medicine

silence in the room caused her to start

much had happened that night. The memory of Hanson misunderstanding her and forcing her to apologize in public, in particular,

spark of hope she had

someday, you’ll

head, Angeline saw that the few bottles of beer left over from the last time Nancy had come over were still on the dining table. Upon

large stone was pressing on her chest, and at that moment, she desperately needed an

of her low alcohol tolerance, she was so drunk that

Ding!

phone call rang

start. She got up,

that someone was giving

the unfamiliar phone number, she instinctively pressed

The noise gave her a headache, so she answered in an unpleasant tone, “Who are you? Is there something you

adorable little girl’s voice came

Angeline

only one person who would address

little girl in the video. “Floretta, is it really