Her Precious Baby

Everyone knew that Charlie Day passed away at the end of the last century.

Therefore, that question of his exposed Angeline to public scrutiny once more.

“Well…” She naturally wouldn’t say that the owner of the house she rented while abroad for five years happened to be Charlie Day’s eldest grandson, for Angeline promised him that she would take that secret to her grave.

“Charlie Day once wrote an autobiography. On the last page, he vowed that he would definitely have all his paintings reduced to ashes alongside him if he were to die one day. And so, I surmised that.”

When her gaze collided with that of Evander’s, she immediately averted her eyes guiltily.

“Is that so?” Evander took another step closer to her, deliberately lowering his voice.

Words eluded Angeline.

A smirk tugged at Evander’s lips. Seemingly disinterested in exposing her, he turned to look at Wilfred at the main seat, whose expression was as black as thunder.

“Old Mr. Sorelle, although the painting is a counterfeit, it was indeed by a renowned painter and is priceless.”

low and solemn voice, “If you’re not satisfied

him a tight smile, the wrinkles on

Joseline at the side, she chimed in coldly, “This is indeed a fine painting. If you can’t make sense of it, Grandpa, you can show it to Joseline. She’s an expert in this aspect, after

word brimmed with ridicule, jabbing at Joseline’s sore

pupils constricted, and her

sat

and he

advanced in age in the first place and had been suffering from a heart condition all these years, so his health had always been poor. If Joseline hadn’t insisted

Angeline’s words right then, coupled with the unforgivable mistake she once committed popping into his mind, fury blazed within him. Ultimately, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he

Joseline’s expression changed drastically. She rushed over

an ambulance! Old Mr. Sorelle’s life is at risk! Hurry up and

initially boisterous hall plunged into chaos, shrill screams

Wilfred collapsed to the ground, Angeline instinctively wanted to rush forward, but she abruptly thought of something and stopped

step forward and invite contempt when I’d only end up stamped as

thought, a stony expression flittered across her mesmerizing countenance. She timely halted her high heels from advancing and twisted them a fraction. Spinning on her heel, she left

even led the doctor over. Evander swung his gaze back and thoughtfully watched as Angeline left, the look in his eyes as cold

the Maybach, Evander

his profile was distinctly sculpted, his jaw clenched tight. His expression was