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

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

latter merely tilted her head, looking even more curious

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 to a very beautiful place, so we’re here today

seemed pretty dejected. “Then, will I be

of us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was

tell Floretta the hard

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

was just as sad as they were

rang out. “Why didn’t you guys come

her head and

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

we’re not that

sounded frosty. She was polite yet distant at the

Hanson eyed the woman, it seemed like he wanted to get something off his chest. Still, he held back his

gathered in front. You’re also one of the granddaughters, so you shouldn’t

it be if not that wife

only served to leave a sullen look on Hanson’s face.

have to do

at all. “I did come late with Sebastian and

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

seems to have changed. He used to be so confident in the past, but now, there’s always some sort of sorrow in his

over the place. Without conscious thought, she curled her lips into a sneer, and a snort

had not even bothered to

been wishing for when Wilfred finally went six

close to Wilfred. They had not even bothered to visit Wilfred when he was on his deathbed. The only