Chapter 259
Cordelia received an interview notice from apany after settling down in Centrolis. The interview
went smoothly, and she soon started working in the newpany.
She took care of her mother at home after work and visited Carter at university during the weekends
to bring him some daily necessities. The days went by in this routine as if she had returned to the
pure and quiet time.
Zephyr kept herpany quietly, never once disturbing her life, and frequently went to her ce to
help with chores.
Most of the time, he was not exactly helpful because Cordelia usually had to redo what he had
done. It was fine when she was in a good mood, but when she had a lot of pressure from work,
worked overtime and into the night, or had her menstrual mood swings... any gentle person would
turn irritable.
X usually stopped Cordelia when she shouted and yelled at him.
“Why are you raising your voice? Can’t you talk to our Zephyr properly?”
Or, it was, “Do it yourself if you have the time to yell at him! Why are you so mean to our Zephyr?”
Or, “Don’t think that you can act however you want because our Zephyr likes you! I’ll get upset if
you shout at him like this!”
Cordelia was bewildered. Whose mother was she again!?
Zephyr was always calling X “mom” as well, so those who did not know better would actually
think they were the actual mother and son.
Cordelia shook her head weakly and chortled.
…
Cordelia worked in a newspaper office. On her first day of work, her superior had already told her,
“Young people should work harder. You ought to be able to work hard and suffer a bit. You should
have a dedicated spirit!”
Everyone ignored this, but Cordelia was serious about it—she worked hard.
What happened then was that everyone thought that she was a cheap pushover. Her job did not
only include drafting news, but she also had to do editing, typesetting, and countless chores in the
office.
Her coworkers were even asking her to water the withering Devil’s Ivy. She also had to collect and
send documents for them and pick up deliveries daily.
Her biggest headache was that her coworkers had an innate sense of superiority for being a
Centrolis local and looked down on her, who was not from the city, alienating and discriminating
against her openly and discreetly.
Sometimes, she was only in the pantry to pour herself a ss of water, but the gossipers in the
office would surround her.
“Cordelia, do you have a boyfriend?”
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Cordelia nearly burned her tongue as she chuckled awkwardly and wanted to hurry away but was
pulled back by a fat woman.
“It’s not like work’s urgent. Come chat with us! Heh… If you don’t have a boyfriend, we can
introduce one to you!”
“It’s fine…”
“Ay, why are you so worried?” Another woman scanned Cordelia from head to toe as she munched
on some nuts. “Why would Cordelia not be able to get a boyfriend?”
“It’s hard to say!” Another one spoke up. “I wouldn’t want someone who isn’t local as my daughter-
inw!”
“I know, right? They’re hard to get along with, and their habits are different! Wouldn’t we be ‘helping
the needy’ if they happened to be poor?”
“Cordelia, I hear that you have a mother and younger brother in your family?”
Cordelia took a deep breath, wondering where these people got their news from. How were they so
fast?
“Oh dear, a younger brother… That’s like a bottomless hole!” Someone looked at her disdainfully
and mocked, “Anyone who marries a non-local like her will really be helping the needy now!”
Cordelia clenched her hands and loosened them as she took a few deep breaths.
She slowly walked to the door, her back against them. She could feel those arrogant eyes on her
back when she was about to step out.
From the moment she joined thepany, she was the gossip of the lot. To them, it was like non-
locals were not humans.
Cordelia scoffed and turned around, raking her cold gaze across everyone’s face.
“Ladies, you’re right,” she said softly. “I think Centrolis has too many non-locals as well.”
The women looked at each other, not understanding what she meant.
Cordelia added, "Non-locals shouldn’t be here, nor should they have built this city up so well! These
dirty and tiring chores should be left to you locals. You might feel more of a sense of achievement!”
The older women realized what she meant after a beat.
That was how sharp Cordelia was. She could insult people with a smile.
The women’s faces fell almost simultaneously as they rolled their eyes. They were going to leave
the pantry when they heard Cordelia say, “Centrolis is a globalized city that’s highly
amodating. I really can’t believe that such an amodating city has narrow-minded people
like you!”
“Hah, so!?” The fat woman huffed. “Non-locals are non-locals. They’ll neverpare to the local
gals!”
“Hey, there’s a delivery!” Someone checked their phone.
The parcels would usually be left at the reception, and the coworkers would ask Cordelia to bring
them in for them.
These older women were unable to correct the habit and called out in unison, “Cordelia, go get—”
“Get what?” Cordelia sneered. “None of those parcels is mine. Why should I get them?”
“We’re colleagues!” Another woman stepped in to mediate the situation. “Shouldn’t coworkers help
each other out?”
“We’re coworkers when you need me to do something, but I’m only a vile ‘non-local’ when I’m not
needed.” Cordelia smiled at them, but the smile did not reach her eyes, making the others shudder.
Cordelia said coldly, “Sorry, but these parcels are best left to be picked up by you ‘locals’. ‘Non-
locals’ can’t be of help.
“Also, save your worries. I don’t need a boyfriend.” She said clearly, “I have a husband!”
Cordelia twirled and left after that, leaving the women rooted and gaping.
Sometimes, one really could not be too nice, or it would be an excuse to be bullied by others.
Cordelia did not go for lunch during noon but went to a park close to thepany. She bought a
bag of bread and sat on the bench to feed the pigeons.
A pair of ck leather shoes appeared before her a whileter. She looked up to see the soft smile
of a sculpted face.