The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 5

When Cordelia left the hospital, it was already past eight in the evening. The sky had started to drizzle, and she took the bus back to the office. As soon as she stepped into the office lobby, she spotted Ronan, tall and straight, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a mobile phone, chatting with the receptionist. The bright and dazzling lights in the lobby made him look even more superior and aloof.

Suddenly, Cordelia felt a rush of nerves. Over the past few months, she hardly had any face-to-face contact with him. Why did she keep bumping into him lately?

As he walked past her while on the phone, Cordelia quietly said, "Mr. Evans," but wasn't sure if he heard her. After taking the elevator upstairs, she turned around to find that Ronan had disappeared into the deep night.

The rain was heavy tonight. She wondered if he had an umbrella.

Her father used to forget his umbrella when he went out, and she had to run after him to hand it over. He would pat her head and say, "Della's all grown up and starting to take care of her old man now."

Tears blurred Cordelia's vision.

Cordelia worked till four in the morning. She didn't plan to go back to her rented room, but to take a short nap in the office and then continue working. No sooner had she laid down on the desk than her phone rang and woke her up.

Seeing that it was Dr. Devon calling, Cordelia immediately picked up. Over the past two years, when Dr. Devon called, it was either about her mother's deteriorating condition or a reminder to continue paying the hospital bills.

"Cordelia, after you left yesterday, your mother started to have a fever. Our preliminary suspicion is that there is phlegm accumulation in her lungs..."

"Is it serious?" Cordelia asked anxiously, standing up from her seat.

Cordelia's resolve began to waver. She had once believed she could earn five million, but now it seemed like nothing more than a pipe dream.

Her mother needed a caregiver, something Dr. Devon had mentioned before, but she had been unable to afford it. Now, the consequences of not hiring a caregiver had become apparent; her mother's lungs were accumulating phlegm due to a lack of proper care. Therefore, hiring a caregiver was a necessity for her mother.

Cordelia knew that Ronan was well-off and that he could easily find a woman to marry. Last night, he said that he had "already asked many people." She wondered if anything had changed since last night. With that thought, Cordelia anxiously got up and went to the door of Ronan's office.

It was just past five now, and Ronan's office was still empty. Cordelia stood at the door, waiting for his arrival. Just as Cordelia was so tired that she could barely stay awake, Ronan arrived.