The landlord called, asking Cordelia if she wanted to continue renting the place.
She felt a squeeze in her heart as she had many memories with Zephyr there. Although she was mad at him, she did not want to throw those memories away.
“Say something, Mrs. Grist!” shouted the landlord, “I’ll rent it to someone else if you won’t! The unit is selling like hot cake!”
“You can’t rent it to someone else!” Cordelia slipped. “We signed a one-year contract, and it has not expired yet!”
“It has not, but you’ll have to pay the rent, Mrs. Grist!”
“Don’t worry. I won’t owe you the rent!” Cordelia pouted. “I’ll transfer it to you soon!
“Also, please remember that I’m not Mrs. Grist!” She raised her voice and enunciated each word clearly to the landlord. “My husband is Mr. Hamerton!”
“Oh… Okay, Mrs. Hamerton!” The landlord did not care if it was Grist or Hamerton as long as she could get the payment.
Cordelia sighed helplessly after hanging up the phone.
Xyla smiled and placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. She asked while raising her eyebrows, “What did you say?”
Cordelia was stunned.
‘What did I say?
‘I said… my husband was a Hamerton?’
Her cheeks blushed, and she looked down for a long time. Meanwhile, her heart started pounding.
“Cordelia,” Xyla looked at her, chuckling. “I know I’m silly sometimes, but I can tell that you still like him very much, right?”
“Mom…”
“No woman would call out “husband” simply,” Xyla said softly. “If she calls him that, it proves that he’s unshakeable to her. It’s the person that she wants to spend her life with.
“Cordelia, I actually think Zephyr is reliable.”
Cordelia laid her head low. Sadness flashed through her big eyes.
How would she not know that he was reliable? It was fine before, but his identity was different now, and his standpoint was different as well. She was not relying on a regular man now but the Hamertons’ heir.
She only wanted a simple life but was destined to face a storm upon entering his world.
“Mom, it was just… a slip of the tongue!” Cordelia played with the corner of her shirt. “About keeping the house, I thought that since we’ve already signed the contract, we might have to pay for the breach of contract if we cancel it… The rent remains the same, so I thought to keep renting it!”
Xyla revealed a cryptic smile. Even the light in her eyes became complicated now.
Forget it if Cordelia was trying to fool someone else, she thought she could fool her own mother?
“You fool,” Xyla said gently. “Sometimes, a slip of the tongue is the perfect reflection of what you really feel. It was something that you said subconsciously. You can’t get away with that!”
“Mom!”
“Are you mad that he lied to you, or are you mad about his identity?”
Cordelia could not tell.
Xyla analyzed for her, “If you mind that he lied to you, I think you should just forgive him. He begs for your forgiveness daily and seems sincere! Also, who in this world has never lied?
“If it’s his identity that you mind, then…”
She pulled her hand and caressed softly. “Don’t mind it, Cordelia. He’s born rich indeed, but you’re not bad either!”
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