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.”

continued in a low and solemn voice, “If you’re not satisfied with it,

respect for the Sorelle family. Wilfred gave him a tight smile, the wrinkles on

a fine

word brimmed with ridicule, jabbing at Joseline’s sore

and her face

when Wilfred, who sat at the side, pointed an accusing finger at Angeline. “H-How

he couldn’t

and had been suffering from a heart condition all these years, so his health had always been poor. If Joseline hadn’t

into his mind, fury blazed within him. Ultimately, his eyes rolled

changed drastically. She rushed over

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

hall plunged into

Wilfred collapsed to the ground, Angeline instinctively wanted to rush

experienced the Sorelles’ indifference and callousness firsthand. Why should I step forward and invite contempt when I’d only end up stamped

stony expression flittered across her mesmerizing countenance. She timely halted her high heels from

coming and going from the hall. Someone had even led the doctor over. Evander swung his gaze back

Evander

of his profile was distinctly sculpted, his jaw clenched tight.