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.

little girl’s words, tears began to well up in her eyes once

Floretta’s tiny hand and anxiously gestured for the girl

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

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

Floretta seemed pretty dejected. “Then, will I be

back to visit all of us,” comforted Angeline gently, but she was all choked up

heart to tell Floretta the

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

could tell that he was just as sad as they were and was glad that he was able to feel that

that moment, a warm, male voice rang out. “Why didn’t you guys

back to her senses. She lifted her head and

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

when he heard the way Angeline addressed him. “Actually, Angeline, you

but we’re not

sounded frosty. She was polite yet

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

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

not that wife

to leave a sullen look on Hanson’s face. Outraged, the man

have to do this?

as if she did not actually care at all. “I did come late with Sebastian and Floretta. Besides, we’re

Helpless, he apologized, “I’m sorry that

confident in the past, but now, there’s

lighting all over the place. Without conscious thought, she curled her

had not even bothered

wishing for when Wilfred finally went six feet under, only to pull such a

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