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.

Angeline listened to the little girl’s words, tears began to well up in her eyes once more. She turned to the side and silently wiped them

hand and anxiously gestured for the

head, looking even more curious than ever. “Can’t I

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

seemed pretty dejected. “Then, will I be able

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

the hard truth,

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

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

out. “Why didn’t you

brought Angeline back to her senses. She lifted her head and landed her

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

but we’re

She was polite yet distant at

his chest. Still, he held back his

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

not that wife of yours?”

on Hanson’s face. Outraged, the man went through

to do this? Come

not actually care at all. “I did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides, we’re only here to mourn Grandpa, not to

guilt. Helpless, he apologized, “I’m

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

alive, Joseline had not even

went six feet under, only to pull such a

even bothered to visit Wilfred