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.

rustle in the bushes snapped Angeline back to

that he 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

Angeline standing rooted to the spot through the rear window mirror. She was wearing only a thin layer of

could not help but comment,

out of the

on a sensitive topic. 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 be driven out. Angeline

against the seat while tugging at his tie with his slender fingers. Exhaustion and irritation were evident on his

sorry for saying that.” Sylas

more than an hour in the darkness of the chilly night, Angeline finally

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

to the bathroom to take a hot bath. Only after soaking in the warm bathtub did warmth return to

graduating from university, Angeline had never walked for such a long distance. Had she not been familiar with

medical kit and applied medicine to the

room caused her to start

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

completely extinguished the last spark of hope she

someday, you’ll regret

few bottles of beer left over from the last time Nancy had come over were still on the dining table. Upon deliberation, she walked

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

drunk that she lost

Ding!

incoming phone call rang

Ugh, so annoying,” Angeline mumbled after waking up with a start. She got up, walked over to the couch,

it, she discovered that someone was giving her a

the unfamiliar phone number, she instinctively pressed the hang-up

noise gave her a headache, so she answered

disturbing your rest?” An adorable

Angeline immediately

person who would address

little girl in the