Her Precious Baby

Despite an anxious furrow of her brows, Angeline didn’t dare wake Sebastian up due to his heart problems. All she could do was gently pat him and calm him down with words.

“Good boy, Sebastian. Don’t be afraid. Mommy’s here. No one will bully you…”

After she coaxed him for more than ten minutes, Sebastian finally stopped screaming. Instead, he curled himself into Angeline’s arms like a baby seeking the comfort of his mother’s embrace.

His subconscious gesture and the trail of tears on his face melted Angeline’s heart.

He has suffered so much, including going through more than what an ordinary person can bear. It’s clear that moving on from the past will still be an uphill challenge.

Ding!

At that moment, the phone which she left on the pillow rang. Upon picking it up, she realized it was a message from the lawyer.

It read: Ms. Sorelle, a date has been set for the alcoholic father’s trial. It will be on next Wednesday. I’ll do my best to help you secure custody of Sebastian.

The update delighted Angeline. Finally, some good news.

With her hands trembling after getting all worked up, she replied: Thank you. I’ll pay you any amount as long as we win the case.

Once the matter went to court, Sebastian’s guardianship would be transferred to her. The former would also be able to sever ties with his terrible family.

Furthermore, the transfer would enable her to take Sebastian overseas to be treated.

Holding that thought, Angeline felt the pain she carried in recent days gradually fade away.

With their days taking a positive turn, she endeavored to make more money so that she could provide Sebastian with a better life.

Meanwhile, after Evander led Angeline away during the product event, their relationship was revealed to the public, causing quite a stir.

When news of it traveled to Olivine’s ears, she shut herself at home, her temper growing increasingly worse.

It’s all a

she smashed some of

standing at the door with some food in her

reminded her, “Olivine, you can’t keep hiding in your room in anger. Come out and have some food. You’ve barely

want to eat anything!” Olivine roared as she hurled a pillow out

Ruth in the face, causing her to fall down when she couldn’t see where she was going.

“Ouch, it hurts!”

you all

he saw his mother was hurt. Just as he was about to

Mark downstairs. Once they arrived in the living room, she instructed the housekeeper to

the sofa with a solemn expression, her eyes brimming with

yourself? Do you want me to blow on it for

climbed onto the couch and was shooting Ruth a look

“I’m fine.”

scanning the surroundings. When she saw that no one was around, she warily reminded him, “Mark, you must remember that now isn’t

anger before he planted

say that, but for how long more should we tolerate

a crafty look replaced Ruth’s

your father manages to take over the

upon her. Hence, she leaned back against the couch

really is a piece of trash. He barely has any progress to show despite scheming for such a

with Angeline. She’s not

breakdown, began smashing the things

simply snorted in resentment, a

vent her frustrations

innocent look, he was smart

and venting her anger on us because she has