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 eyes once more. She turned to the side

anxiously gestured for the

tilted her head, looking even more curious than ever.

over there? Grandpa will be staying

I be able to see him again in

he’ll be back to visit all of us,” comforted Angeline gently,

have the heart to tell Floretta the hard truth, so she said those words to

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

they were and was glad that he

male voice rang out.

voice brought Angeline back to her senses. She lifted her head and landed her gaze on the man. At once, her

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

him. “Actually, Angeline, you don’t have to be so formal with

but we’re not that

was polite yet

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

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

if not that wife of yours?” mocked Angeline

only served to leave a sullen look on

to do

rather indifferent as if she did not actually care at all. “I did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides, we’re only here to mourn Grandpa, not to be bothered

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

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

shifted her line of sight to the sparkling lighting all over the place. Without conscious thought, she curled her lips into

had not even bothered to

Wilfred finally went

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 his deathbed. The only thing they had ever cared about was