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.”

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

of his was a show of respect for the Sorelle family. Wilfred gave him a tight smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching together. “Of course not, Mr.

a fine painting. If you can’t make sense of it, Grandpa, you can show it to Joseline.

ridicule, jabbing at

pupils constricted, and her face drained of all

Wilfred, who sat at the side, pointed an accusing

and he couldn’t quite catch

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

right then, coupled with the unforgivable mistake she once committed popping into his mind, fury blazed within him.

changed drastically.

ambulance! Old Mr. Sorelle’s life is at

hall plunged into chaos, shrill

rush forward, but

step forward and invite contempt when

timely halted her high heels from advancing and twisted them a fraction. Spinning on

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

the Maybach, Evander reclined

sculpted, his jaw clenched tight. His