The chauffeur chuckled dryly and blamed his hands. He had actually steered them to Yale Residence!
Who in the entire Splendor Mountain did not know about the grudges between the eldest and the third heir?
“Nothing, nothing!” The chauffeur quickly turned the car around. “That place is not so good. It’s not too… lucky to go near it!”
“Really?” Cordelia was skeptical.
Those houses looked beautiful as well and seemed rather luxurious. Those who stayed in there should be someone Elder Mr. Hamerton was fond of too.
“Ms. Cordelia, let me take you elsewhere—”
Before the chauffeur finished his sentence, someone rushed out from the path at the side. He was alarmed and stomped on the brake.
Cordelia nearly hit the seat in front of her due to the momentum. She was even more shocked when she calmed down and saw who it was.
“Yelena?”
“Cordelia… Cordelia!”
Yelena’s hair was disheveled, and she did not have any makeup put on. She looked haggard, especially with how abnormally thin she was. It felt unsettling.
“Cordelia!” Yelena kept tapping the glass and spoke hastily. “Cordelia, come out. I have something to tell you!”
Cordelia leaned back unconsciously and told the chauffeur to lock the door softly. As expected, Yelena pulled on the door latch impatiently.
“Cordelia, open the door!” She hit the glass in a frenzy seeing that she could not open the car door. “I’m your sister. We grew up together! Cordelia… You can’t just watch me die!”
Cordelia’s heart dropped. She looked at the chauffeur in confusion while the latter coughed awkwardly.
“Ms. Cordelia, I told you it’s unlucky here! I think I’ll try to shake her off!”
“She… What happened to her?”
Before the chauffeur answered, Cordelia heard a pained cry outside of the car.
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