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.

the little girl’s words, tears began to well up in her eyes once more.

hastily grabbed Floretta’s tiny hand and anxiously gestured for the girl to zip

her head, looking even more curious

that, Floretta. Do you see the crystal coffin over there? Grandpa will be staying inside it from now on. He’s gone to a very beautiful place, so we’re

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

he’ll be back to visit all of us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was all choked up

all, she did not have the heart to tell Floretta the hard truth,

out to hug both of them. Even though he did not utter a word, he was

were and was glad that he was able

rang out. “Why didn’t you guys come over to the

voice brought Angeline back to her senses. She lifted her head and landed her

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

him. “Actually, Angeline, you don’t

we’re not that

sounded frosty. She was polite

seemed like he wanted to get something off his chest. Still, he held back his words in the end. All he

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

not that wife of yours?” mocked Angeline as

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

do this?

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

words struck Hanson with guilt. Helpless, he apologized, “I’m sorry that

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, it’s none of

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

was still alive, Joseline had not even bothered to

last, she got what she had been wishing for when Wilfred finally went six feet under,

even bothered to visit Wilfred when he was on his deathbed. The only thing they had ever cared about was how they could profit from