Even though she had changed her phone and her number, Cordelia still recognized Ronan's number. She instantly stood up, pacing restlessly around her room.
Just a moment before, she had been sitting at her desk in her little apartment in Unity Hall, drafting a speech. The school term had barely started, and the freshman welcome ceremony hadn't even taken place yet. She was supposed to give a speech there, as the representative of the young teachers.
These past three years, she hadn't suffered any harm from Alana in England. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. Moreover, Callum seemed pretty well when she saw him not long ago. He didn't seem to have gone through any hardships.
But now, Ronan had suddenly called her...
Eventually, Cordelia answered the call.
"Hello, ma’am, why'd you take so long to pick up?" A childlike voice came from the other end.
Recognizing it as Callum's voice, Cordelia felt a softness envelop her heart. "I was writing something."
"So, are you aiming to be a billionaire?" Callum could barely contain his amusement.
In Callum's impression, besides his father, very few adults read books, let alone write.
"A billionaire?" Cordelia was confused.
"Yeah, my dad says that knowledge is wealth."
Thinking of Ronan, Cordelia couldn't help but chuckle with a mix of amusement and bitterness. "I do want to be a 'billionaire,' but there's a long, long way to go. I need to study hard, and you should too, Callum."
"Okay, got it. You're so modest. I called because my dad wants to marry you. You'd want that, right? My dad looks okay, and most importantly, he's rich. He can buy you anything you want. Marrying him would be a good deal."
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