Her Precious Baby

That was countless women’s dream.

“Bravo, Evander!” Roger clapped his hands, cheered, and whistled before joking, “I have a request. Can we kick this

shrew out?”

“You can leave if you want,” responded Evander coldly with a deadpan expression.

When Nancy heard Evander, she broke into a grin so wide that her eyes could barely stay open.

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out, Mr. Jantz,” ridiculed Nancy while waving her hand.

Upset by his friend’s response, Roger hardened his face as he started shoving a small piece of lamb into his mouth.

I used to be the one who valued women more than my friends. I never expected Evander to be so protective of his

future wife. The man is practically a different person! I have to eat more to fill the void in my heart.

Angeline froze like a statue after listening to Evander because she felt somewhat awkward. I don’t understand. Why

is Evander acting as though I never turned him down in Hallsbay? He seems completely unfazed by what happened

there.

When everyone was about to sit down, Angeline quickly made up an excuse to sit farther away from Evander by

saying that she needed to feed Floretta.

However, she had no way of knowing if the man had figured out her intention since he was enjoying his dinner as if

nothing had happened.

After dinner, Nancy and Roger bade their farewells and left the Golding residence.

Angeline, too, was ready to go after playing with Floretta for a while, but the girl held on tightly to her leg and gazed

at her with a pair of puppy-dog eyes.

“Tomorrow is the weekend, Angel. Why don’t you stay for the night?” pleaded Floretta.

Angeline was heartbroken when she saw how pitiful Floretta was, so she patted the girl on the head and apologized,

“I’m sorry, Floretta, but I have something important to do tomorrow. I’ll see you another day.”

“No!” Floretta then clung to Angeline’s leg with her arms and legs like a koala bear.

Helpless against the girl, Angeline had no choice but to turn to the man reading the newspaper on the couch for

help.

After setting the newspaper aside, Evander casually picked up his teacup from the table with his slender legs

crossed. “Do tell.”

Angeline’s face immediately turned grim when she heard that. “Sorry, but I don’t wish to talk about it. Since

Floretta doesn’t want me to leave, I’ll stay for the night and leave by eight tomorrow morning,” responded

Angeline, trying to sound collected.

With that said, she picked up Floretta and went upstairs.

That cold night, a blanket of mist covered the mountain behind the mansion as though it was a bridal veil.

Only Evander noticed something off about Angeline because of how down she seemed, so he picked up his phone

and called Sylas. “What did Angeline do in Hallsbay after I left?”

Sylas then told Evander everything about Angeline’s meeting with Acacius.

“I didn’t hear the conversation between the two, but Ms. Sorelle was quite riled up. She probably asked me to send

her back in such a hurry because she got the information she wanted.”

“I see,” uttered Evander in his deep voice while slightly furrowing his eyebrows.

Angeline looked fine when she entered the house, but as soon as Evander brought up the topic, she started to seem

off.

Suddenly realizing something, Evander hurriedly ordered Sylas, “Find out the anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Sorelle’s

death.”

Sylas only took a few minutes to finish the task he was given before reporting back to Evander. “It’s tomorrow, the

twentieth of May.”

No wonder she looked so sad. She probably planned to visit her parents’ grave tomorrow morning. With that

thought in mind, Evander lifted his head to look at the guest room on the second floor. He could vaguely hear

Floretta humming a nursery rhyme in the bathroom, but he did not hear Angeline’s voice.

Heartbroken for the woman, Evander frowned with worry in his eyes.

Compared to Angeline’s unfortune, Evander was more concerned that she would have nightmares that night due to

her stress.

After bathing Floretta, Angeline went to bed with the girl in her arms, and as expected, she had nightmares the

whole night because of her bad day.

She got so scared that she broke out in cold sweat.

Then, Angeline could vaguely sense someone entering the room to cover her with the blanket she kicked away.

As hard as Angeline tried to wake up from her nightmares, she could not do so because her eyes felt as though

they had been welded shut.

The next day, Angeline woke up when her alarm went off at six o’clock. After kissing Floretta, who was still sound

asleep, she went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

It was a little past seven o’clock when Angeline was finally done. However, since she did not have the appetite,

Angeline got changed before driving to the supermarket to get fresh flowers and some snacks her parents used to

enjoy.

She would always visit their grave early in the morning on the anniversary of their deaths because Joseline would

arrive at nine with a large group of reporters.

Joseline wanted the entire world to know what a good daughter she was.

At almost eight-thirty, Angeline got out of her car parked outside the graveyard with the things she bought.

Her parents were buried next to each other according to their wishes, and in front of their tombstone, well taken

care of as always, was a fresh bouquet.

When Angeline saw that, she clenched her fists as guilt filled her eyes. Is he… still unwilling to meet?

The sweet smell of osmanthuses filled the air when a breeze blew up the hem of Angeline’s shirt.

After setting her bouquet before the tombstone, Angeline knelt on the cold floor to present the pastries she had

bought. “Mom, I know how much you used to enjoy exquisite pastries. I wonder if these are to your liking.”

Even though Angeline was smiling, tears welled up in her eyes.

Then, she pulled out a bottle of wine from a box and poured it into two glasses before placing one before the

tombstone.

“Dad, you always tried to get me to drink with you by saying that I should learn to hold my alcohol to avoid being

taken advantage of, and Mom would always scold you for it. Today, we’ll drink to your heart’s content,” uttered

Angeline in a broken voice before downing her glass of wine. She could not help but laugh out loud when she felt

the burning sensation in her throat. However, it did not take long for her laughter to turn into weeping because of

how much she missed her mother’s nagging.

“Dad, Mom, I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you because I found the murderer. Still, I can’t imagine how terrible you’d

feel if you knew it was Joseline.”

Setting her glass aside, Angeline extended her slender fingers to touch the portrait of her parents’ younger selves.

She felt both happy and sad then.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let Joseline get away with it. I’ll make sure she begs forgiveness in front of your grave!” After

talking to herself before her parents’ grave for a while, Angeline was finally relieved of the emotions she had

suppressed over the past few days.

Angeline pressed her forehead against the tombstone as she wanted to stay with her parents a little longer, but

suddenly, another bouquet appeared before her.

She was still stunned when someone gave her a warm hug from behind, causing her to break into tears once again.