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.”

a low and solemn voice, “If you’re not satisfied with it, I’ll make amends

Wilfred gave him a tight smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching together.

smile bloomed on Angeline’s face. Glancing at 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

single word brimmed with ridicule, jabbing

constricted, and her face drained of all

sat at the side, pointed an

chest hurt badly, and he couldn’t quite catch

went bright red. He was advanced in age in the first place and had been suffering from a heart condition all these years, so his health had always been

mistake she once committed popping into his mind, fury blazed within him. Ultimately, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he toppled out of

expression changed drastically. She rushed

call for an ambulance! Old Mr. Sorelle’s life is at risk!

initially boisterous hall plunged into chaos, shrill screams

instinctively wanted to rush forward, but she abruptly thought of something and

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

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

the doctor over. Evander swung his gaze back and thoughtfully watched

Maybach, Evander

his profile was distinctly sculpted, his