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 wiped

grabbed Floretta’s tiny hand and anxiously gestured for the girl to zip

even more curious than

“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 say

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

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

not have the heart to tell Floretta the hard truth, so she said those words

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

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

rang out.

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

“Hello, Mr. Yiurk.”

him. “Actually, Angeline, you

we’re not

was polite yet distant at the

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

front. You’re also one of the granddaughters, so you shouldn’t be sitting

would it be if not that wife

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

have to do this?

seemed 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,

words struck Hanson with guilt. Helpless, he apologized, “I’m sorry that you had to go through

not offer 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

all over the place.

Wilfred was still alive, Joseline had not even

last, she got what she had been wishing for when Wilfred finally went six feet

bothered to visit Wilfred when