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.

in the bushes snapped Angeline back to her senses. She wrapped her arms around herself

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

rooted to the spot

not help

of the

For all these years, the subject of Floretta’s birth mother has always been a taboo within the Golding family, and anyone who dares to mention her will

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

I’m sorry for saying that.” Sylas shuddered,

an hour in the

exhausted, and her legs felt as though they were about to give out. She took off her slippers and noticed

battery, so she went to charge it first before heading to the bathroom to take a hot bath. Only after soaking in

a long distance. Had she not

the bath, she took out a medical kit and applied medicine to the soles of

silence in the room caused her to

that night. The memory of Hanson misunderstanding her and forcing her to apologize in public, in particular, filled her with

the last spark of hope she had for him

Hanson, someday, you’ll

the last time Nancy had come over were still on the dining table. Upon deliberation, she

though a large stone was pressing on her chest, and at that

alcohol tolerance, she was so drunk

Ding!

phone call rang out in the

start. She got up,

unlocking it, she discovered that someone

number, she instinctively pressed the hang-up

so she answered in an unpleasant tone, “Who are

rest?” An adorable little girl’s voice came from

Angeline immediately sobered

only one person who would address her that

the little