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 and silently

Floretta’s tiny hand and anxiously

head, looking even more

little girl, “It’s not that, Floretta. Do you see the crystal coffin over there? Grandpa

will I be able to

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

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

hug both of them. Even though he did not utter a

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

male voice rang out.

She lifted her head and landed her gaze on the man. At once, her

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

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

we’re

She was polite yet distant

Hanson eyed the woman, it seemed like he wanted to get something off his chest. Still, he held back

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

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

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

have to do this? Come with me, all of

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

guilt. Helpless, he apologized, “I’m sorry that you had to go

so confident in the past, but now, there’s always some sort of sorrow in his eyes. Well, it’s none

of sight to the sparkling lighting all over the place. Without

was still alive, Joseline had not even bothered

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 about