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.

tears began to well up in her eyes once more. She turned to the side

anxiously gestured for the girl to zip her

head, looking even more

you see the crystal coffin over there? Grandpa will be staying inside it from now

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

all of us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was all

Floretta the hard truth, so she said those words to console herself as

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

as sad as they were and was glad that he was

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

She lifted her head and landed

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

we’re

sounded frosty. She was polite yet distant at the same

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

front. You’re also one of the granddaughters, so you shouldn’t be sitting here. Was this Joseline’s

be if not that wife

leave a sullen look on

have to do this? Come with

all. “I did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides, we’re only here to mourn Grandpa,

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

He used to be so confident in the past, but now, there’s always some sort

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

still alive, Joseline had not even bothered to

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

bothered to visit Wilfred when he was on his deathbed. The only thing they had ever cared