Chapter 214
“Prepare the defibritor!” the doctor ordered the nurses.
“Angel.”
At this moment, Floretta came running to Angeline’s side together with Sebastian. The ward had
be 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. Sheforted 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 ry
the message.
“All right. We’ll do so.” The doctor nodded in agreement. With that, he and his medical staff left the
ward.
Angeline nced at Wilfred through the ss panel of the ward door. The sight was truly
heartbreaking; several types of tubes were inserted into his frail body, and he seemed ufortable.
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 y. 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 tofort 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 theforting words.”
Francesca’s constion 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 ising 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 each other’spany.
A look of hesitation shed 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, bute
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 tost 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…
Thest 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, maic male voice brought Angeline back to her senses.
Angeline stared nkly into space, her breathing bing 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 difort.
“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 exined. He propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping her
to get into afortable 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 ced 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 red 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’tpare 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 t, 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, Florettoe running to Angeline’s side together with Sebostion. The word hod
be 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. Sheforted 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 ufortoble.
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. Shee 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.
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Froncesco felt for her ond sighed heovily. She tried tofort 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 theforting 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 ising 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.”
“I see.”
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’spony.
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, bute
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 be 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, moic mole voice brought Angeline bock to her senses.
Angeline stored blonkly into spoce, her breothing bing 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 difort.
“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.
“Ie to pick up Floretto,” Evonder exploined. He propped up the pillow behind Angeline, helping her
to get into ofortoble 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’tpore 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.”