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 her eyes once more.

anxiously gestured for the girl to zip

tilted her head, looking even more curious

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 a very beautiful place, so we’re here today

“Then, will I be

us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was all

to tell Floretta the hard truth, so she said those

of them. Even though he did not utter a word, he was patting their shoulders very lightly

as sad as they were and was

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

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

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

but we’re not that

polite yet distant at

chest. Still, he held back his words in the end. All he did

You’re also one of the granddaughters, so you shouldn’t be

not that wife of yours?” mocked Angeline as

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

does she have to do this? Come with

did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides, we’re only here to

guilt. Helpless, he apologized, “I’m sorry that you had to

response to that. He seems to have changed. He used to be so confident in the past, but

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

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

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