Her Precious Baby

“I told you to leave!”

Joseline regarded the nurse with a cold gaze and spoke disdainfully. “Do you not understand what I’m saying? I’m

my grandpa’s biological granddaughter. Don’t I have the right to speak to him?”

“No, that’s not it. You’ve misunderstood.” The nurse lowered her head with a conflicted facial expression. “I-In that

case, please take care of Old Mr. Sorelle, Mrs. Yiurk. Do let me know if you need anything.”

She had no choice but to leave the room.

When the nurse reached the door, Joseline suddenly grimaced and uttered solemnly, “You don’t have to work here

anymore from today onward.”

“What?” The nurse asked in shock and bafflement, “Mrs. Yiurk, who gave that order? Ms. Sorelle was the one who

hired me, and she never told me I was fired…”

At the mention of Angeline, Joseline’s face darkened, and her tone grew harsher.

“Angeline was chased out of the Sorelle residence five years ago. How is she qualified to interfere in Grandpa’s

matters?”

After saying that, she took out a stack of cash from her bag and tossed it at the nurse, contemptuously demanding,

“Leave this place. I gave the order!”

The nurse was stumped.

Tears brimmed in the nurse’s eyes, but she didn’t dare to speak further. In the end, she could only leave

aggrievedly in silence.

However, right before she shut the door, she secretly glanced at Joseline’s menacing countenance. She thought for

a moment before ultimately fishing out her phone from her pocket and dialing Angeline’s number.

Unfortunately, she could only hear the beeping sound from the speaker even after waiting for a long while.

She paced around anxiously and redialed Angeline’s number a few times.

Meanwhile, following the nurse’s departure, silence filled the air inside the ward.

Joseline stared at Wilfred, who was lying on the bed on the verge of death. Sneering, she approached him and

asked pretentiously, “Grandpa, how’ve you been lately?”

Wilfred turned agitated when he heard Joseline’s voice. He stretched out his trembling hand for some time while

coughing violently.

“I suggest you don’t waste your energy.” Joseline walked up to Wilfred and lowered her head to look down at him. “I

know you loathe me, but what can you do about it? You’ve already made your will, after all. Sorelle Group is mine

now.”

Her knowledge of such information was precisely why she dared to act recklessly and uttered those words to

Wilfred.

She no longer had to put on any façade, finally able to be herself.

“You… Mmm!”

Wilfred tried to open his mouth to scold her but could only mumble the whole time without articulating a word. He

grabbed the glass of water on the table and hurled it at her.

Joseline failed to dodge in time. As a result, the glass hit her, prompting her to yelp in pain. The next instant, a

furious expression spread across her face.

“D*mn old man, how dare you!” She glared at him and reached out to shove him to one side. Then, she barked,

“How dare you behave in this hot-tempered manner when you can’t even take care of yourself now? I think you’ve

grown too full of yourself after getting pampered for so long!”

After being pushed to one side by Joseline, Wilfred lay on the bed; his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

Only after wiping off the water on her did she drawl with her arms crossed, “Since you’re already in this pathetic

state, there’s no need to keep you in the dark anymore. I shall let you know the truth before you die.”

Wilfred stayed silent.

“The truth is, I’m not related by blood to the Sorelle family. I learned this after eavesdropping on my parents six

years ago. Do you remember the 918 Explosion that shocked the nation twenty years ago?”

Joseline bore her eyes into Wilfred hatefully.

“The great fire at the clothes factory in the past burned one hundred and fifty people to death. My biological

parents were among the casualties. They suffered an agonizing and horrible death.”

He remained quiet while listening to her.

Joseline started to get all choked up as she narrated.

“After a thorough investigation, I realized the great fire was a planned catastrophe. Your son, John Sorelle, was the

mastermind. Why did he drag those innocent people into his conflict with the factory’s owner? If it weren’t for the

Sorelle family, my family wouldn’t have been destroyed, and John wouldn’t have adopted me out of pity. I don’t

mind telling you the truth now. I killed John and his wife by tampering with their car.”

“You…”

Upon learning the truth, Wilfred became worked up. He lifted his shivering hand, and his lips twitched.

“D*mn you, you evil woman!” he growled while fixating his eyes on her with utter detestation.

After shouting those words, he seemed to have been drained of all energy as his eyes gradually shut, and his arm

fell limp beside his body the next second.

Wilfred became unconscious again.

Looking at him, a frantic look flashed across her eyes. She staggered backward and collided forcefully with a

cabinet. The acute pain pulled her back to her senses.

“Ah!”

She gasped in agony before slowly recollecting herself after some time.

Why should I feel scared? Sorelle Group is already my property. Once Grandpa dies, I’ll become Sorelle Group’s

Chairman. I can’t wait for when that happens!

The night arrived, and the lights lit up.

Moistdore Cosmetics was tasked to handle Angeline’s look for the night. She wore a sky-blue evening gown, and her

curly hair was braided and combed to one side of her shoulder. A few flower-patterned clips adorned her hair.

Her appearance was captivating and magnificent. Anyone who laid their eyes on her would be charmed by her

good looks.

The networking event was held in a castle. Violinists in tuxedos performed in the spacious courtyard while men and

women embraced each other as they engaged in ballroom dancing.

An exceptionally lively dining area was nearby, providing the guests with barbecue food and some desserts.

Angeline garnered a lot of attention the moment she showed up. A few scions even whistled at her, but she didn’t

bother to entertain them.

She stood rooted to her spot while grasping the hem of her dress. At that moment, the photographer arranged by

Moistdore Cosmetics walked up to her and whispered a reminder beside her ear.

Only then did she shift her gaze onto a tall, gentlemanly-looking man who was socializing with someone else not far

away.

He was the CEO of Joan Group as well as the networking event’s organizer, Zeferino Levert.

As Angeline’s mother was involved in the fashion design industry, her house was filled with fashion and lifestyle-

related books. The book covers would always feature news about Joan Group.

Hence, Joan Group left a significant impression on Angeline since she was little. Joan Group was an internationally-

renowned brand, and its new products would be sold out instantaneously upon their launch.