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.

to the little girl’s words, tears began to well up in her eyes once more. She turned to the

anxiously

her head, looking even more curious than ever.

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

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

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

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

of them. Even though he did not utter a word, he

as they were and

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

back to her senses. She lifted her head and landed

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

we’re not

She was polite yet distant at the same

chest.

to be gathered in front. You’re also one of the granddaughters,

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

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

right does she have to do this?

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 by these cumbersome

“I’m sorry that you

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.

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

Joseline had not even bothered

went six feet under, only

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 how they could