The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 322

"What's wrong? Spill it. Keeping it all bottled up inside will only wear you down. I can tell something has been bothering you lately." Brenda was indeed the epitome of a caring big sister.

Cordelia found herself spilling everything. From the moment she found out about her grandma's tragic death in a fire, to when she asked Brooklyn and Edwin to visit her grandma, to Edwin relaying what he had heard to Cordelia. She even mentioned Ronan's "support" for Deanna, and the "closing statement" of the case that Ronan had shown her.

All her doubts and suspicions, especially about Ronan possibly tampering with the closing statement to ensure Deanna got off scot-free, were laid bare in front of Brenda.

Jamie quietly listened.

"Mr. Evans really should have known better. Knowing what kind of person Deanna is and still helping her like that. It's infuriating," Brenda said, crossing her arms in annoyance. "Why should Deanna get away with everything?"

"I can't blame him," Cordelia replied. Her hands clasped around a mug of hot chocolate. Reminded of his words about using Deanna as a target, she figured that was probably his true intention. But seeing Deanna triumphant, Cordelia couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment.

"Cordelia, whenever you're feeling down, just give me a call, and we’ll chat," Jamie suddenly said, impulsively reaching out to grasp her hand. "Don't bear all this by yourself." Jamie had heard countless stories about pregnant women miscarrying due to the stress of losing a loved one.

"Alright," Cordelia agreed, absentmindedly running a hand through her hair.

"Exactly, Cordelia. Remember, we're all here for you," Brenda said sincerely.

Touched, Cordelia could only nod and repeat her agreement.

"Where are you working now?" Cordelia asked Jamie.

"Me? Are you worried about me? Even at my worst, I wouldn't lose my job. I've teamed up with Brenda now. The former First Enterprises is in shambles under Marian's management. I couldn't care less about it. She's already moved out of that building, who knows what it's like now."

"Same old, same old, huh? Nothing’s changed." Cordelia chuckled.

"Right. Take care, Cordelia. I'm genuinely worried about you," Jamie said, squeezing her hand again.