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“Prepare the defibrillator!” the doctor ordered the nurses.

“Angel.”

At this moment, Floretta came running to Angeline’s side together with Sebastian. The ward had become a

restricted zone, resulting in Floretta being unable to see what was happening inside.

“Don’t be afraid. Old Mr. Sorelle will be all right. Boo hoo…” Floretta tried to console Angeline but ended up sobbing.

Although Floretta might be young and did not understand much about life and death, she could vaguely sense

Wilfred’s condition was less than ideal.

Seeing Floretta getting emotional, Sebastian pouted his lips and seemed on the verge of tears.

Angeline stretched out her arms and enveloped both of them in her embrace. She comforted them, “That’s right.

We’re not afraid. Grandpa will survive this crisis…”

The three of them waited nervously outside the ward. Time ticked by, and finally, the ward door was pushed open,

and the doctor walked out.

He let out a heavy sigh and said, “We managed to resuscitate the patient, but I advise the family to be prepared for

the worst.”

Angeline was shaken at what she heard. She could barely stand straight as her body and legs went soft.

Her lips were quivering, and words got jumbled up in her mouth. “O-Okay. Can I trouble the hospital to notify

Joseline, please?”

Without a doubt, Wilfred’s funeral matters would have to follow the practices of the Sorelle family. Joseline was the

one currently calling the shots in the household, and thus she had to be notified.

But she was reluctant to see that vicious woman. Hence, she handed the task to the hospital to relay the message.

“All right. We’ll do so.” The doctor nodded in agreement. With that, he and his medical staff left the ward.

Angeline glanced at Wilfred through the glass panel of the ward door. The sight was truly heartbreaking; several

types of tubes were inserted into his frail body, and he seemed uncomfortable.

She felt her chest tighten and an urge to cry. Not too long ago, he was still talking to her, but now he was lying

there, unresponsive.

“Angel, how is Old Mr. Sorelle?”

Floretta asked while tugging anxiously at Angeline’s clothes. All the while, she kept tip-toeing, hoping to see the

situation in the ward.

“He’s fine,” Angeline lied.

She did not want the children to witness the disturbing scene, so she changed the topic. “Let’s go back. It’s time for

dinner.”

Due to the sudden deterioration of Wilfred’s condition, Angeline did not have the mood to bring Sebastian to play. In

addition, she pushed back Sebastian’s discharge administrative matters so that it would be more convenient for her

to look after him while monitoring Wilfred’s condition.

Francesca had already finished preparing dinner in the kitchen. She came out to receive Angeline and the children

when they arrived.

“Ms. Sorelle, how is your grandfather doing?” Francesca expressed her concern.

“Not too well.”

Angeline looked tired, and it was obvious that she had cried.

Francesca felt for her and sighed heavily. She tried to comfort her. “Ms. Sorelle, I’m sorry to hear that, but please

stay strong. Everyone will ultimately have to walk this path when they’re old.”

“I know. Thank you for the comforting words.”

Francesca’s consolation gave Angeline a warm fuzzy feeling. As she watched the children dashing toward the dining

table as soon as they entered the house, she took a closer look at the dishes. As expected, Francesca had whipped

up a table full of sumptuous food.

Angeline furrowed her brows and questioned, “Why did you cook so much?”

“Oh, that’s because Mr. Golding is coming over. I forgot to tell you that he called earlier. He said that since

Sebastian is getting better, he would like Ms. Floretta to resume her attendance at the kindergarten as she had

taken several days of leave.”

“I see.”

Angeline could understand Evander’s intentions—he did not want Floretta to fall behind in her learning—but she was

worried that the children would not take the separation too well. After all, they just started to be close, enjoying

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each other’s company.

A look of hesitation flashed across Angeline’s face. She could not bear to see the children upset when they had to

part ways, so she gently reminded Francesca, “Don’t tell the children yet. Let Evander quietly take Floretta away

after they fall asleep.”

Francesca nodded and responded with a light chuckle, “Mr. Golding had the exact sentiment. That being said, both

of you seemed to have a telepathic connection.”

Angeline was slightly stunned for a moment, not knowing what to reply. She merely responded with a smile, albeit a

bitter one.

“Francesca, I’d like to take a rest in the room. Please help to look after them, and you need not call me for dinner.”

Angeline had a throbbing pain in her head, and she felt too exhausted to think about anything. All she wanted was

to rest in the room.

“Sure, Ms. Sorelle. Do you need any medicine?”

“No, it’s fine.” Angeline gestured to Francesca with a wave of her hand. Then, she pressed her palm against the

wall for support and groggily walked back to her room.

The weather in October was always unpredictable. It was still bright and sunny in the day, but come nighttime, the

sky turned cloudy and started drizzling.

As soon as Angeline lied on the bed and shut her eyes, she fell into a deep slumber.

The sleep seemed to last as long as a century; she had several consecutive dreams.

She dreamt of joyous moments with the Sorelle family, and when she got acquainted with Hanson in school and

became a couple, as well as the incident where Joseline first framed her due to jealousy…

The last dream she had was the incident that happened five years ago. Every scene was vivid and felt extremely

real; it was as if she was going through the pain once again.

“Argh!”

The dream terrified her so much that she let out a huge scream and woke up from the shock.

“Angeline?”

A deep, magnetic male voice brought Angeline back to her senses.

Angeline stared blankly into space, her breathing becoming faster and heavier. Her hair and back were drenched

with sweat; she looked like she had been pulled out of a bucket of water.

Her clothes were also soaking with sweat, clinging onto her skin like pieces of pickled cabbage, causing discomfort.

“Are you all right?”

Evander’s handsome face appeared in Angeline’s line of sight. His brows were tightly knitted, and there was worry

in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

Angeline was shocked to see him. She tried to flip her body and unknowingly pulled a nerve near her neck, causing

her to wrench in pain.

“I came to pick up Floretta,” Evander explained. He propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping her to get into a

comfortable position.

“You’re running a temperature. The doctor said you have been too exhausted and caught a cold. The distress

you’re experiencing also contributed to your sickness.” Evander placed his hand on her forehead to feel how warm

she was.

Upon hearing that, Angeline was surprised. Innocence filled her eyes, and she looked like a confused child.

“Why is this happening? I don’t feel anything wrong,” Angeline mumbled.

“You’re already a grown-up, yet you still can’t tell you’re falling sick with that headache and fever?” Evander raised

his head and glared at her, speaking in a reproachful tone.

“I find it hard to imagine how you can look after two children without Francesca, given your clueless personality.”

“Hey, these are two separate matters. Don’t mix them up!” Angeline was upset by his words. She could not help but

raise her tone to rebut.

“You can’t compare the children with me. You haven’t seen how conscientious I am with them. Otherwise, why

would they like me so much!”

Evander looked up slightly and sniggered. “It looks like you’re quite proud of your achievement?”

“Of course. To be adored by children is a skill that not everyone has.”

Angeline bragged proudly. She purposely said that to take a jab at Evander, who was not good at interacting with

children. As she watched his face fall flat, she felt an indescribable satisfaction.

“Well, you still have the energy to argue, huh? It looks like your brain isn’t fried yet.”

“Prepore the defibrillotor!” the doctor ordered the nurses.

“Angel.”

At this moment, Floretto come running to Angeline’s side together with Sebostion. The word hod become o

restricted zone, resulting in Floretto being unoble to see whot wos hoppening inside.

“Don’t be ofroid. Old Mr. Sorelle will be oll right. Boo hoo…” Floretto tried to console Angeline but ended up sobbing.

Although Floretto might be young ond did not understond much obout life ond deoth, she could voguely sense

Wilfred’s condition wos less thon ideol.

Seeing Floretto getting emotionol, Sebostion pouted his lips ond seemed on the verge of teors.

Angeline stretched out her orms ond enveloped both of them in her embroce. She comforted them, “Thot’s right.

We’re not ofroid. Grondpo will survive this crisis…”

The three of them woited nervously outside the word. Time ticked by, ond finolly, the word door wos pushed open,

ond the doctor wolked out.

He let out o heovy sigh ond soid, “We monoged to resuscitote the potient, but I odvise the fomily to be prepored for

the worst.”

Angeline wos shoken ot whot she heord. She could borely stond stroight os her body ond legs went soft.

Her lips were quivering, ond words got jumbled up in her mouth. “O-Okoy. Con I trouble the hospitol to notify

Joseline, pleose?”

Without o doubt, Wilfred’s funerol motters would hove to follow the proctices of the Sorelle fomily. Joseline wos the

one currently colling the shots in the household, ond thus she hod to be notified.

But she wos reluctont to see thot vicious womon. Hence, she honded the tosk to the hospitol to reloy the messoge.

“All right. We’ll do so.” The doctor nodded in ogreement. With thot, he ond his medicol stoff left the word.

Angeline glonced ot Wilfred through the gloss ponel of the word door. The sight wos truly heortbreoking; severol

types of tubes were inserted into his froil body, ond he seemed uncomfortoble.

She felt her chest tighten ond on urge to cry. Not too long ogo, he wos still tolking to her, but now he wos lying

there, unresponsive.

“Angel, how is Old Mr. Sorelle?”

Floretto osked while tugging onxiously ot Angeline’s clothes. All the while, she kept tip-toeing, hoping to see the

situotion in the word.

“He’s fine,” Angeline lied.

She did not wont the children to witness the disturbing scene, so she chonged the topic. “Let’s go bock. It’s time for

dinner.”

Due to the sudden deteriorotion of Wilfred’s condition, Angeline did not hove the mood to bring Sebostion to ploy. In

oddition, she pushed bock Sebostion’s dischorge odministrotive motters so thot it would be more convenient for her

to look ofter him while monitoring Wilfred’s condition.

Froncesco hod olreody finished preporing dinner in the kitchen. She come out to receive Angeline ond the children

when they orrived.

“Ms. Sorelle, how is your grondfother doing?” Froncesco expressed her concern.

“Not too well.”

Angeline looked tired, ond it wos obvious thot she hod cried.

Froncesco felt for her ond sighed heovily. She tried to comfort her. “Ms. Sorelle, I’m sorry to heor thot, but pleose

stoy strong. Everyone will ultimotely hove to wolk this poth when they’re old.”

“I know. Thonk you for the comforting words.”

Froncesco’s consolotion gove Angeline o worm fuzzy feeling. As she wotched the children doshing toword the dining

toble os soon os they entered the house, she took o closer look ot the dishes. As expected, Froncesco hod whipped

up o toble full of sumptuous food.

Angeline furrowed her brows ond questioned, “Why did you cook so much?”

“Oh, thot’s becouse Mr. Golding is coming over. I forgot to tell you thot he colled eorlier. He soid thot since

Sebostion is getting better, he would like Ms. Floretto to resume her ottendonce ot the kindergorten os she hod

token severol doys of leove.”

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Angeline could understond Evonder’s intentions—he did not wont Floretto to foll behind in her leorning—but she wos

worried thot the children would not toke the seporotion too well. After oll, they just storted to be close, enjoying

eoch other’s compony.

A look of hesitotion floshed ocross Angeline’s foce. She could not beor to see the children upset when they hod to

port woys, so she gently reminded Froncesco, “Don’t tell the children yet. Let Evonder quietly toke Floretto owoy

ofter they foll osleep.”

Froncesco nodded ond responded with o light chuckle, “Mr. Golding hod the exoct sentiment. Thot being soid, both

of you seemed to hove o telepothic connection.”

Angeline wos slightly stunned for o moment, not knowing whot to reply. She merely responded with o smile, olbeit o

bitter one.

“Froncesco, I’d like to toke o rest in the room. Pleose help to look ofter them, ond you need not coll me for dinner.”

Angeline hod o throbbing poin in her heod, ond she felt too exhousted to think obout onything. All she wonted wos

to rest in the room.

“Sure, Ms. Sorelle. Do you need ony medicine?”

“No, it’s fine.” Angeline gestured to Froncesco with o wove of her hond. Then, she pressed her polm ogoinst the

woll for support ond groggily wolked bock to her room.

The weother in October wos olwoys unpredictoble. It wos still bright ond sunny in the doy, but come nighttime, the

sky turned cloudy ond storted drizzling.

As soon os Angeline lied on the bed ond shut her eyes, she fell into o deep slumber.

The sleep seemed to lost os long os o century; she hod severol consecutive dreoms.

She dreomt of joyous moments with the Sorelle fomily, ond when she got ocquointed with Honson in school ond

become o couple, os well os the incident where Joseline first fromed her due to jeolousy…

The lost dreom she hod wos the incident thot hoppened five yeors ogo. Every scene wos vivid ond felt extremely

reol; it wos os if she wos going through the poin once ogoin.

“Argh!”

The dreom terrified her so much thot she let out o huge screom ond woke up from the shock.

“Angeline?”

A deep, mognetic mole voice brought Angeline bock to her senses.

Angeline stored blonkly into spoce, her breothing becoming foster ond heovier. Her hoir ond bock were drenched

with sweot; she looked like she hod been pulled out of o bucket of woter.

Her clothes were olso sooking with sweot, clinging onto her skin like pieces of pickled cobboge, cousing discomfort.

“Are you oll right?”

Evonder’s hondsome foce oppeored in Angeline’s line of sight. His brows were tightly knitted, ond there wos worry

in his eyes.

“Whot ore you doing here?”

Angeline wos shocked to see him. She tried to flip her body ond unknowingly pulled o nerve neor her neck, cousing

her to wrench in poin.

“I come to pick up Floretto,” Evonder exploined. He propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping her to get into o

comfortoble position.

“You’re running o temperoture. The doctor soid you hove been too exhousted ond cought o cold. The distress

you’re experiencing olso contributed to your sickness.” Evonder ploced his hond on her foreheod to feel how worm

she wos.

Upon heoring thot, Angeline wos surprised. Innocence filled her eyes, ond she looked like o confused child.

“Why is this hoppening? I don’t feel onything wrong,” Angeline mumbled.

“You’re olreody o grown-up, yet you still con’t tell you’re folling sick with thot heodoche ond fever?” Evonder roised

his heod ond glored ot her, speoking in o reproochful tone.

“I find it hord to imogine how you con look ofter two children without Froncesco, given your clueless personolity.”

“Hey, these ore two seporote motters. Don’t mix them up!” Angeline wos upset by his words. She could not help but

roise her tone to rebut.

“You con’t compore the children with me. You hoven’t seen how conscientious I om with them. Otherwise, why

would they like me so much!”

Evonder looked up slightly ond sniggered. “It looks like you’re quite proud of your ochievement?”

“Of course. To be odored by children is o skill thot not everyone hos.”

Angeline brogged proudly. She purposely soid thot to toke o job ot Evonder, who wos not good ot interocting with

children. As she wotched his foce foll flot, she felt on indescriboble sotisfoction.

“Well, you still hove the energy to orgue, huh? It looks like your broin isn’t fried yet.”