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.

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

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

head, looking even

coffin over there? Grandpa will be staying inside it from now on.

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

all of us,”

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

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

were and was glad

warm, male voice rang out. “Why didn’t you guys come over to the

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

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

Hanson when he heard the way Angeline addressed him.

but we’re

frosty. She was polite yet distant at

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

Family members are to be gathered in front. You’re also one of the granddaughters, so you

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

mockery only served to leave a sullen look on Hanson’s

have to do this? Come with me, all of

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

he apologized, “I’m sorry that you had to go through all

confident in the past, but now, there’s always some sort of sorrow in his eyes. Well, it’s none of my

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

alive, Joseline had not even bothered to

finally went six feet under, only to pull such

those relatives who attended the funeral that day had never been close to Wilfred. They had not even bothered to visit