Chapter 8


    Mom''s surgery and hospital bills hadn''t been paid off yet, and it was making Cordelia edgy. Dr. Devon


    told her today was the final deadline for payment.


    But when she saw Jordan, was still in a meeting in thepany conference room, she guessed Ronan


    was probably in there as well. Sending him a message now would not be the best timing; it would rub


    him the wrong way. All she could do was wait patiently.


    Past 10 p.m., after working overtime, Cordelia trudged into the elevator, utterly exhausted. It just so


    happened, that Ronan was already in the elevator when she got in.


    Seeing Ronan seemed to perk her up a bit, and she moved to stand in a corner of the elevator.


    The money issue had been gnawing at her for a while now. “Mr. Evans,” She said, plucking up her


    courage when she saw no one else was around.


    “Mm?” Ronan replied casually, standing in front of Cordelia without turning around to look at her.


    Their conversation was nothing like what you''d expect from a married couple.


    “I remember the contract mentioned a down payment of 200,000 after signing… that money…” She


    treaded carefully since she was talking about asking for money.


    “You haven''t gotten it yet?” Ronan asked, still not turning around to look at her.


    “Mm, not yet.”


    “You in a hurry?”


    Cordelia was so anxious she was about to tear her hair out. The day was almost over.


    “I thought thewyer had transferred it to you already. Send me your bank ount number.” Ronan


    was straightforward, not dwelling on whether she was in a hurry or not. He asked for her ount


    number directly.


    This straightforwardness made Cordelia feel a bit relieved. “I’ll send it to you once I get on the bus.”


    When they got to the first floor, Ronan left the elevator without a word.


    The bus wasn''t crowded. Cordelia got on, took out her bank card, and sent Ronan a clear picture of the


    card number. Not long after, she received a transfer of 200,000.


    Just when Cordelia was inwardly praising Ronan for being so decisive, she received another message


    from him. [If you were a little more diligent and typed the numbers, the transfer might have been 30


    seconds faster.]


    Was he calling herzy?


    Cordelia was worried this would affect her marriage performance and felt the need to over-exin. [Oh,


    Mr. Evans, the bus was crowded, it was inconvenient to type.]


    [You''re in such a hurry, but you''re afraid of inconvenience?]


    So, it all came back to her being desperate for money.


    As Cordelia was contemting how to respond, she received another message from Ronan. [This


    Saturday,e to Birchwood with me to visit my grandfather, Barney.]


    Cordelia felt a pang of anxiety, and then asked. [How many days are we going for?]


    [We''re leaving Saturday morning, staying one night, anding back on Sunday.]


    To be honest, when she saw that they were going to Barney''s house, Cordelia was happy. After all, all


    her performance wages were based around him. Only by seeing him could Cordelia get more money.


    On Friday, Cordelia went to visit her mom in the hospital. Her mom was doing much better after the


    surgery. Cordelia even talked to Dr. Devon about hiring a suitable nurse to help out.


    However, when she got to her mom''s room, she saw her rarely seen brother Adrian. Adrian wasn''t


    exactly a sess story, but he had recently gotten a new job as a chauffeur for a techpany CEO.


    His driving skills were decent.


    “Cordelia, how about I set you up with a boyfriend?” Adrian said with a grin.


    Cordelia ignored Adrian. What good coulde out of his drinking buddies? Moreover, she was


    officially married now. There was no way she''d betray her husband and give Ronan something to hold


    against her.


    “Not interested. I don''t have the time right now. We can talk about it once Mom gets better.” Cordelia


    held her mom’s hand tightly, pressing it against her face.


    “Wait till mom gets better? You might be waiting a long time,” Adrian said casually.


    Cordelia didn''t appreciate his remark, but she didn''t respond.


    “I remember you had quite a few suitors back in the day. And about that guy who passed away… Are


    you still nning on never marrying because of him?” Adrian hade to the hospital to pester


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    Cordelia. He hardly ever visited their mom.


    “Don’t mention him! You have no right!” Cordelia said sternly.


    Seeing Cordelia getting upset, Adrian dropped the topic. It was a painful memory for his sister, and he


    didn''t want to upset her. He paused for a moment before saying, “Alright, alright, I won''t bring it up


    again. Don''t get so worked up. But the guy I want to introduce to you this time is Mr. Colby''s son. He''s


    a second-generation rich kid, handsome, and wealthy. Are you sure you don''t want to consider it?”


    Cordelia didn''t respond,pletely disregarding Adrian''s suggestion.


    Seeing Cordelia so stubborn, Adrian couldn''t help but get angry. “Cordelia, you need to know your


    ce! You''re pretty, but there are plenty of girls like you out there. Don''t think too highly of yourself!


    Mom''s medical bills need to be paid, and as her daughter, you''re not even considering her medical


    expenses. You''re heartless!”


    Cordelia closed her eyes, letting Adrian''s words breeze past her like the wind.


    “Ungrateful,” Adrian muttered angrily when he saw Cordelia ignoring him. He then left the room.