Her Precious Baby

A humble grin spread across Joseline’s face as she lay in Hanson’s embrace.

“This is the least I can do for Grandpa. I only hope he can rest in peace.”

That had always been her forte—to put on a filial act so flawlessly when the situation called for it.

Nevertheless, Angeline was not even mentioned throughout their entire exchange.

As Hanson watched Joseline’s pretentious behavior, a wave of disgust assailed his heart. “I’ll head over there to help out. You can keep our relatives company.

“Sure.”

With a smile playing on her lips, Joseline wore her usual look of a considerate wife as she suggested, “Hanson, you must be tired after helping me for so long. Why don’t you go rest up for a bit in the lounge first? I’ve got this covered.”

“Mm.”

Hanson shot the woman a meaningful glance and could not help scoffing inwardly.

Joseline must’ve spent a lot of effort to get her hands on Sorelle Group. To think that she’d hold such a grand funeral for her grandpa—she must be desperate to show the world how dutiful she is.

At the thought of that, Hanson unwittingly caught a glimpse of Angeline not far away among the crowd. There the woman was, holding the hands of a boy and a girl on each side, seemingly trying to keep a low profile.

Hanson could not help but feel sorry. He then paced steadily toward Angeline.

At that point in time, Angeline was in a dilemma after hearing Floretta’s bizarre question.

“Look, Angel, that’s Old Mr. Sorelle’s photo right there. But why haven’t I seen him anywhere? We’re celebrating his birthday, are we not? Why’s everyone crying?”

Floretta looked up at Angeline, her big, round eyes shining with puzzlement.

up in her

and anxiously gestured for

merely tilted her head, looking even more curious than ever. “Can’t I ask

little girl, “It’s not that, Floretta. Do you see the crystal coffin over there? Grandpa will be staying inside it from now on. He’s gone to

I be able to see him again

to visit all of us,”

she did not have the heart to tell Floretta the

of a sudden, Sebastian reached out to hug both of them. Even though he did not utter a word, he was patting their shoulders

he was just as sad as they were and was glad that he

that moment, a warm, male voice rang out. “Why didn’t you

Angeline back to her senses. She lifted her head and landed her gaze on the man. At once, her eyes

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

washed over Hanson when he heard the way Angeline addressed him. “Actually, Angeline, you don’t have to

but we’re

sounded frosty. She was polite yet distant

off his chest. Still, he held back his words in the end. All he did was offer a

also

would it be if not that wife of yours?” mocked Angeline as

on Hanson’s face. Outraged, the man went through the

have to do this? Come with me, all of

did not actually care at all. “I did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides,

words struck Hanson with guilt. Helpless, he apologized, “I’m sorry that you had to go through

did not offer a response to that. He seems to have changed. He used to be so confident in the past, but now, there’s always some sort of sorrow in his eyes. Well,

sight to the sparkling lighting all over the place. Without conscious thought, she curled her lips into a

Wilfred was still alive, Joseline had not

Wilfred finally went six feet under, only to pull such a fancy

who attended the funeral that day had never been close to Wilfred. They had not even bothered to visit Wilfred when he was on his deathbed. The only thing they had ever cared about