Chapter 11


    Cars were passing by at regr intervals in the underground parking lot.


    Angeline kept her head low and walked quickly. When there was finally no one else around, she


    stopped tugging at the brim of her hat and finally revealed her face. She was wearing minimal makeup,


    and her eyes were glistening with tears. It was obvious that she had been crying.


    Joseline had cruelly reminded her of her stillborn child. It was a grief that she had carried with her for


    the past five years.


    She could not believe that Joseline would not even spare her long-dead child’s memory in her quest for


    power, status, and the Sorelle family.


    She’s heartless!


    Angeline retraced her steps to her parked car. She had not wanted to be seen driving a luxury car in


    case it gave off the wrong impression. So, she had purposely parked the borrowed car in an


    inconspicuous location.


    The rhythmic cking of her high heels echoed around the underground parking lot as she headed


    quickly in the direction of her car. At that moment, a lollipop rolled along the floor and stopped by her


    toes.


    Angeline was oblivious to the candy on the ground and was about to step on it when a child’s voice


    called out, “Oh no! My lollipop!”


    A tiny figure dressed in a white tutu skirt appeared out of nowhere. The little girl had long, slightly wavy


    hair bound in two braids. She looked like a princess who had stepped out of a fairytale.


    Angeline immediately retracted her foot and took a step back.


    I almost stepped on it!


    The little girl bent over and picked up the candy. She cleaned it carefully with her tiny hands. Then, she


    raised her head to smile at Angeline. “Thank you, miss!”


    However, once Floretta got a good look at Angeline’s face under the brim of her hat, her mouth fell


    open. She stood staring in surprise. Her eyes lit up as she piped up in disbelief, “Are you Angel, the big


    star?”


    Angeline was a little taken aback.


    Angel?


    “You recognize me?” Angeline asked.


    Floretta nodded exuberantly. “Yes! You are my goddess! I’m your biggest fan!”


    After her outburst, Floretta blushed prettily, embarrassed by her own excitement. Angeline’s heart


    melted. The little girl’s every move was adorable.


    At a nce, the girl looked to be about five or six years old. If my child had lived, they would be about


    the same age…


    “Where are your parents?” Angeline nced around the parking lot, but there was no one else to be


    seen.


    What kind of parents would let their young daughter run around by herself in such a huge parking lot?


    What if she got lost?


    Floretta blinked slowly, her eyes filling up with tears as she confessed, “I don’t have a mommy or


    daddy.”


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    No parents? How could this be possible?


    Angeline nced at the skirt that the girl was wearing. Although it was just child’s clothing, Angeline


    recognized it as having been made by the most popr brand currently. The girl was clearly the


    daughter of a rich family. She must have said that because she is throwing a tantrum at her parents.


    Angeline led Floretta to a safe corner, away from any car’s path. She bent down to meet the girl at eye


    level. “Little girl, I have somewhere to be right now. Please don’t run around the parking lot. Stay here


    and wait for your parents to get you, okay?”


    The smile faded from Floretta’s face. Her rosebud lips turned downward in a sad pout. She looked as if


    she was about to burst into tears.


    Angeline could not bear to see the girl cry, but she really was in a rush. Nancy would be blowing up her


    phone with her calls in about ten minutes.


    She caressed Floretta’s hair soothingly. Then, she pressed a button on her car key and unlocked her


    car with a small beep.


    She pulled open the door, got in, and fastened the seat belt around herself.


    Angeline nced at the rearview mirror. She could still see the little girl standing forlornly in the corner,


    watching her with teary eyes.


    Floretta had been telling the truth. She was an orphaned child. Every time her kindergarten had a


    parent-teacher meeting or any other parent-child activity, she would always be sitting alone by herself.


    In contrast, all the other students were apanied by their parents.


    Many of her ssmates teased her cruelly, calling her an unwanted child.


    Floretta’s face drooped sadly as she watched Angeline reverse her car out of the parking spot and


    speed off.


    Her lips quivered when she saw that Angeline was already reaching the parking lot exit.


    In the blink of an eye, Floretta made up her mind. She immediately took off on her little legs, running


    after Angeline’s car.