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.

began to well up in her

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

her head, looking even more curious than

wheeled around before patiently 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

be able to see him again in

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

Floretta the hard truth, so she said those words to

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

he was just as sad as they were and was glad that

voice rang out. “Why

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. “Actually, Angeline, you don’t have

but we’re not that

She was polite

chest. Still, he

guests. Family members are to be gathered in front. You’re also

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

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

to do this?

not actually care at all. “I did come late with

“I’m sorry that you had

did not offer a response to that. He seems to have changed. He used to be so confident in the past, but now, there’s

to the sparkling lighting all over the place. Without conscious thought, she

had not even

finally went six feet under, only to pull such a fancy funeral for

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 was on