Her Precious Baby

Chapter 292

There was panic in her eyes. She gripped the kitchen door so tightly she could've pulled it off. her gaze dripping with venom. D*mn it. Evander's going to come after me. He cares about that brat too much not to.

Olivine had the urge to storm into the kitchen and tear off Angeline's head, but if she did that. Evander would only dislike her further. She wouldn't do that. Not when the wedding was drawing ever nearer. I have to cover this up somehow. No. I have to do it no matter what.

At the same time, Floretta was on the second floor, excitedly holding Sebastian's hand. “I have a present for you. Sebastian. It's in my room. Here, I'll take you there.” She then led him to her room.

Olivine saw the kids, and she hatched a plan— one that would allow her to get back at Angeline by putting the kids in danger. Her gaze turned even more menacing at that. Fine. Angeline. You want to dance? Then I'll give you a dance you'll never forget.

Floretta took Sebastian into the room, and the boy stared around curiously. The room was decorated in pink, and a big bed sat in the middle, surrounded by beautiful dolls.

“Give me a second, Sebastian.” Floretta marched over to her cabinet and bent over to rummage through the drawers. A moment later, she whipped out a supersized model race car and dragged it all the way to Sebastian. A smile curled her lips. "Daddy and I picked this up at the toy store. We were going to give you this after you got out of the hospital, but Daddy got into a fight with Angel, so we never had the chance to give this to you. Do you like this?”

Sebastian listened to the girl quietly. He did like the race car, but on his little whiteboard, he wrote: Mommy said I couldn't have this.

He... has a mother, huh? “Mommy, huh?” Floretta was a little envious of her friend. “I want my mommy too. I wonder why she abandoned me.”

Her sadness was not lost on Sebastian. He quickly tugged on her hem.

in her hands, a hint of melancholy welling in her eyes. But still, she assured. “Oh, it's

reply, and then he wrote: She's

curled Floretta's lips, and she patted Sebastian's head. “Just take the toy. Sebastian. My daddy's not good for much,

angrily- “If he had just spent more time with Angel instead of going to work all

girl's comments. Fury flared within her soul, and she clenched the

to this residence, the girl had never shown her any respect. She'd put on the victim act in front of everyone and made it look like Olivine was torturing her, though that was not the case. At least Olivine didn't think so. She thought the

wedding. Once

the door. “Having fun with Sebastian, Floretta? I

wiped the smile off Floretta's face, and she shot Olivine a look of annoyance. “Ms. Sherrock, how many times

held her rage down. Smiling, she said, “Well, we have a little guest

besides, you're a witch. We all know7 what witches do to fruits. I bet they're poisoned. Angel's making a cake for us,” she

still kept her smile on. “Angeline wanted me to tell you she made some

of

truth.” Olivine entered the room and added. “Go. I'll keep an eye on Sebastian. I saw the cake

it should be fine if she went out for a moment. I'll just take the snacks and come back. The girl told Sebastian to have fun and be careful, and then she

the door shut and heaved a sigh of relief. D*mn that brat. She's so hard to distract. Then, she turned her attention to the boy wdio was building the model race car. A glint of malice glowed in her eyes, and she quickly approached