Her Precious Baby

Staring at the tools, the girl asked seriously, “Is there anything that you need, Angel? If there is, I’ll ask someone to buy it for you.”

Angeline examined the items and put on an apron. “It’s all present. There wouldn’t be a problem even if I were to open a cake shop here.”

Usually, when she wasn’t working, she would stay in her house. Celebrities had very little freedom outside their own house, as even a trip to the supermarket would mean getting their pictures taken by the paparazzi. In order to avoid any issues, she would cook in her own home. After a while, she got pretty good at cooking, especially baking.

While she was making the cake, Floretta excitedly hopped around her and stared at what she was doing with curiosity. Occasionally, the girl would poke at or touch something.

Floretta looked very much like a porcelain doll. Her skin was fair with a hint of rosiness. She was wearing a small dress and had hair buns on her head. She was a ball of pure cuteness and joy, especially when she kept praising Angeline for how pretty the woman was.

Angeline had always liked children, which was why she was very patient. After she asked the girl to wash the strawberries, she taught her how to decorate the cake.

The final product was excellent. As she jabbed the candles into the cake, she asked, “Oh yeah. How old are you?”

and spoke softly. “I’m

put six

in her wide eyes, Floretta

“When I was a kid, my parents hoped that I could grow up safely and healthily.

quickly too! Put six candles on

“All right.”

Angeline smiled at Floretta, who was closing her eyes and making

also today? This is such a coincidence. If my child were still alive, they would be celebrating their birthday today

my

swiftly returned to normal. A long time had passed since she lost her child. Many things happened during that period. The pain she had to bear was no longer just the agony of losing her child, which was why

was initially pretty happy as Angeline fed her the strawberry cake. Then her eyes suddenly

that something was wrong, Angeline asked, “What’s the