The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 415

"Sure, I'll tell him. You pick the place, after all, he's just a kid. He doesn't know any better." Janice seemed excited about Ronan's agreement.

"Let's choose a restaurant around Birchwood College," Ronan suggested after some thought.

"You are just saving him some money," Janice said.

"Not really, I just feel like having a meal at Birchwood College," Ronan mused.

His desire to visit Birchwood College was not just because of his grandfather, but also because of that person. Once upon a time, he and that certain someone strolled through the grounds of Birchwood College.

"Sounds good." Janice agreed readily.

"Seems like you won't be able to meet your son's sweetheart this time." Ronan looked up and said to Janice.

"He didn't invite me. I just wanted to see her. He's been hiding it and doesn't want me to go. If I can't go, it won’t be a big deal," Janice said magnanimously. "Mr. Evans, if you're busy, my son can take Callum. My son is an artist. He can teach Callum."

"Really?" Ronan lifted his head to ask Janice.

Speaking of her son, Janice's face was radiant with motherly pride. Her son Harold grew up in the oil fields. From a young age, Janice was working, and his father was a mid-level leader in the oil fields, so no one was around to supervise him. Harold was the leader of the children in the oil field's housing compound. He was wild, but all the other children respected him. He learned to draw on his own without any guidance. He was quite intelligent and did well in school. He was the poster child for free-range parenting.

Janice remembered that when Harold was young, he wanted to be a soldier because he thought the uniform was impressive. Unfortunately, he didn't fulfill his dream. When he went to college, the dream was not realized either. Harold was persistent. Janice once had his fortune told, and the fortune teller said it was not time for him to be a soldier yet.

"He can draw?" Callum asked excitedly. Drawing was something that all children loved, and Callum was no exception. At that moment, his eyes sparkled.

"Yes. Callum, you can play with him." Janice gently patted Callum's head.

Ronan turned to Emerson. "When are we leaving?"