Carter was soaked in sweat, looking frantic with red-rimmed eyes. He failed to hold back his tears when he saw Cordelia come for him and went up to grab her.
“Cordelia, something happened at home!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Your sister…” He panted. “Yelena took a lot of people home saying that she wants to chase us out!”
Cordelia felt her ears buzz, and her mind went blank.
“She came with a lot of workers saying she wants to take back the house to renovate it for her own use! Sis, didn’t your father give the house to our mom? What right does she have to take it back!?”
Cordelia’s heart thrashed. She panicked for a moment, not understanding why Yelena would do that.
“Let’s go back and have a look first!” She consoled Carter, “We’ve been living there for so many years. She can’t just take it back like that. There could be some misunderstanding!”
“What misunderstanding could there be? Yelena must be up to no good!” Carter fumed. “She took so many people to our place today and chased me out… Hmph! There are many of them, and I can’t fight them, but Marcus can!”
“What did you say?” Cordelia halted her step and turned pale. “Your brother-in-law knows about it already?”
“Yeah!” Carter nodded. “Of course, he’s involved when it’s something so big!”
“You!” Cordelia glared at him, anxious and angry.
It was only then Carter came to a realization. If Marcus met Yelena, whatever they had wanted to hide would be exposed!
“Sis, I…” Carter knew that he was at fault. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I panicked and was scared, so I called Marcus!”
Cordelia’s frown was knitted deep. “What did you tell him?”
“I didn’t say much. I just said that there are people causing trouble at home and sent him the address!”
Cordelia went quiet and pulled out her phone to text Marcus, mentioning nothing about the house and saying that she suddenly wanted to have the chestnut cake from the bakery west of the city. She asked him to buy it and send it to her office.
She had been basically attached by the hip with Marcus recently, so he listened to her very well. She guessed that Marcus would definitely prioritize what she asked for.
The chestnut cake from that bakery had a long queue. This would buy her time. She could rush home first, take care of the problem with Yelena, then clear it up with Marcus.
…
“Hey, work faster, okay? Why are you taking so long with just a few pieces of furniture!?”
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