The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 166

Deanna was crying her eyes out. It seemed like she was struggling to get her words out.

"I told you before, your corneas came from my dad. But then my mom told me that wasn't the case. Even the date of my dad's death wasn't that day, it was a day later. After my dad passed, my mom was worried sick. She was a lonely woman with no way out. By some stroke of luck, I had a distant uncle who was the head of a hospital. My mom, for some reason, switched the donor of your cornea to my dad, because she thought you had a big future. Ronan, my mom has been lying to you and to me all these years. I thought I was your life-saver. I'm sorry, Ronan. I feel so ashamed, and I've given my mom a piece of my mind."

This was the conclusion Deanna and Leila came to after discussing it. They figured that once Shelley woke up, the cat would be out of the bag. Ronan would find out sooner or later, so it was better to come clean now and pin all the blame on Leila. At least in Ronan's eyes, Deanna was innocent

"Is that so?" Ronan seemed to be hearing this for the first time. "Then whose corneas do I have?"

Ronan seemed to be in the dark about all of this. Shelley and her daughter hadn't told him anything.

"I'm not sure, Ronan. Blame me if you want. I got your property deed back for you. I thought we are your life-saver. I can't bear to live in your house anymore." Deanna couldn't hold back her tears.

"It's fine. You can keep living here. It's Christmas, go home and be with your mom." Ronan started to urge her.

"Ronan, you really don't blame me?" Deanna asked.

"I don't blame you."

"Then I'll go. Ronan, aren't you going to walk me out?" Deanna seemed reluctant to leave.

"I need to stay and keep my wife company."

Deanna bit her lip and left.

Ronan went upstairs. The door to another room also quietly closed.

Shelley was supposed to be sleeping, but she got up and saw Ronan in a heated conversation with a woman. She knew eavesdropping was wrong, but for the sake of her daughter, she listened for a while and ended up finding out about this.

So for the past six years, this woman and her mom had been taking credit for Castiel's deed. And Ronan, he handled it well.

Cordelia was packing her things. It was Christmas, and her clothes were still a mess.

"This is for you." Ronan handed her something.