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.

well up in

anxiously gestured for the girl

looking even

explaining the matter to the 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

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

of us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was all choked up deep

have the heart to tell Floretta the hard

sudden, Sebastian reached out to hug both of them. Even though he did not utter a

tell that he was just as sad as they were and was glad that he was able to feel that

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

and

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

we’re

frosty. She was polite

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

also one of

if not that

mockery only served to leave a sullen look on Hanson’s face. Outraged, the man went through the

she have to do this? Come with me,

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

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

confident in the past, but now, there’s always some sort of

sight to the sparkling lighting all over the place. Without

had not even

she had been wishing for when Wilfred finally went six feet under, only to pull such a fancy funeral

attended the funeral that day had never been close to Wilfred. They had not even bothered to visit Wilfred when he was on