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.

Angeline listened to the little girl’s words, tears began to well up in her eyes once more. She turned to the side

hastily grabbed Floretta’s tiny hand and anxiously

her head, looking even more curious

wheeled around before patiently explaining the matter to the little girl, “It’s not that, Floretta. Do you see the crystal coffin over there? Grandpa will

pretty dejected. “Then, will I be able to see him again

back to visit all of us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was

tell Floretta the hard truth, so she said those

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

they were and was glad that he was able to

moment, a warm, male voice rang out.

lifted her head and landed her gaze on

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

he heard the way Angeline addressed him. “Actually, Angeline, you don’t have to be so formal

we’re not

frosty. She was polite yet distant at

off his chest. Still, he held back his words in

section is for guests. Family members are to be gathered in front. You’re also one of the granddaughters, so you shouldn’t be sitting

be if not that wife of

served to leave a sullen look on Hanson’s face. Outraged, the

do this? Come with me,

she did not actually care at all. “I did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides, we’re only here to mourn

“I’m sorry that you

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

then shifted her line of sight to the sparkling lighting all over the place. Without conscious

Wilfred was still alive, Joseline had not even bothered to get him a

when 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 was how they