Chapter 335


    It was Cordelia’s off day today. Even though it was her rest day, she was still busy. Proposals and


    reports surged into her email like a wave. Her phone andptop were never free since early in the


    morning.


    Helen brought her breakfast that had been heated up for the third time.


    “Ms. Cordelia, have breakfast first!” Helen was anxious. “It’s already 9:00 a.m. It might as well be


    lunch if you keep dying it!”


    Cordelia’s eyes were on the screen as she replied in passing, “Mm… I know. Leave it here first. I


    still have a few words in the agreement to edit…”


    “You said the same thest time I brought it up!”


    Helen pouted and passed the congee to her, standing in front of her.


    “Mr. Zephyr told me personally to watch you finish it this time!”


    “Huh?” It took Cordelia a while to tear her gaze off the screen. “Zephyr… isn’t home?”


    “No!” Helen smiled. “He told you when he left. He had an emergency in the office, so he had to go


    and take care of it!”


    “Oh, I forgot…”


    “You didn’t forget. You were just too busy that you didn’t hear him!”


    Cordelia chuckled in embarrassment. Her ears did tend to mute themselves when she got busy.


    She took the congee from Helen. It was just nice in taste and warmth, fragrant with chicken and


    grains. She actually felt hungry and slurped it down.


    Helen then passed her some waffles, which she wolfed down instantly.


    Hellen smiled, watching her from the side. “Your appetite’s great… Is it good news?”


    Cordelia choked from the question and coughed violently.


    “Aunt Helen, not funny!” She winced. “I just had my period! No good news!”


    “Oh…” The old woman was a little disappointed.


    She looked at the charms in the room. ‘Sigh, it seems like I am not that efficient.’


    The lucky charms were not very useful as the two of them still had no child!


    Cordelia’s gaze was clear as she smiled innocently. “Aunt Helen, I had a checkupst time. The


    doctor said my constitution is weak, so getting pregnant is not easy. Having a baby or not will simply


    be up to luck!”


    “Weaker?” Helen perked up. It was fine that she was weak—as long as she was not infertile!


    “This can be treated! Just leave it to me!”


    “Huh?”


    “You have no idea. We have various soups and tonics in our hometown since the ce thrives with


    herbs. The recipes are based on what we can get locally!


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    Helen held her hand with a grin. “Ms. Cordelia, we’ll have soup every morning, noon, and evening


    from today onward. Oh, no. One more time during tea break. I guarantee I’ll nourish your body so


    that you and Mr. Zephyr get a chubby, healthy baby!”


    “Aunt Helen…” Cordelia wore aplicated look.


    She would be round as a ball in less than a month with how frequently she would be eating soups!


    “The art of making these soups is another field of knowledge! Many of those in our hometown didn’t


    go to the hospital when they fell sick. They had soups at home, and their problems were solved!”


    Helen grew more excited as she spoke, hardly stopping when it came to a topic she could go on


    and on. It was just that the doorbell rang when she wanted to borate on the benefits of having


    soups daily.


    Cordelia paused. They did not usually have visitors. Even Linda had not been here before. Who


    would it be?


    She was a little nervous, and her first thought was the Hamertons.


    What if it was Liam or Henry? How should she handle them? They were the people Zephyr was the


    closest to.


    Helen looked at her. “It’s okay, Ms. Cordelia. Stay here first. I’ll get the door!”


    Cordelia was in a dilemma.


    Helen quickly went downstairs.


    Cordelia heard the door open downstairs. After a short moment of silence, a merry peal ofughter


    echoed.


    “Ms. Cordelia, look who came?” Helen came up to call for her.


    Cordelia was surprised as she came to the stairs.


    “Zennie?” She was delightfully surprised and hurried over. “How did you get here!?”


    “What? You both moved to a new ce, and I can’te to congratte you?” Zennie yfully


    teased her as she ced the cake and wine on the table.


    Cordelia held her hands and was so happy that she did not know what to say, quickly asking Helen


    to prepare lunch.


    It was after her delight that she noticed there was someone else behind Zennie.


    The young man was fair and thin, with gloom exuding from his gaze.


    Cordelia froze.


    “He…” She looked at Zennie quietly.


    “He’s Phil Nelson!” Zennie was ecstatic. “Cordelia, you didn’t forget him, did you? You two have


    met!”


    They had indeed met, but Cordelia did not really have a good impression of the young man thest


    time they met. He was pale and gloomy, while Zennie was like a mini version of the sun. The two of


    them did not look like they matched.


    “This is…” Helen recognized him as well. “Nelson’s son?”


    Phil nodded. He was smiling, but it did not reach his eyes.


    Helen frowned and felt inexplicably uneasy. The Nelsons worked for the Hamertons, and she had


    met several of them because of rk. However, it was the first time she saw a young one who was


    pale and cold like Phil.


    She had a sense of foreboding, but it was her employer’s affair. It was not her ce toment.


    She smiled and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.


    Cordelia pulled Zennie upstairs, saying she wanted her to see the rooms, but she found somewhere


    quiet and asked her, “Why did you bring Phil here too?”


    “Why can’t hee?” Zennie was naive.


    Cordelia pressed her lips together before she said, “Your brother doesn’t like outsidersing to


    our ce…”


    “Phil isn’t an outsider!”


    “Zennie—”


    “Alright! Let’s not talk about this, okay?” Zennie cut her off with a bright grin. “Cordelia, show me


    your room! Right, Zephyr said that he kept a guest room for me. Is it done? Where is it?”


    Cordelia shook her head weakly. She took Zennie to a few rooms and heard Helen crying out


    downstairs.


    “Hey, what are you doing?”


    Cordelia’s heart dropped, and she instinctively leaned over the railing for a look to see that Phil was


    snapping photos around with his phone and remained unfazed when Helen stopped him.


    He said with a smile, “I took photos here because I find the paintings beautiful.


    He looked up. “Ms. Cordelia, do you mind if I take photos here?”