Chapter 302


    Cordelia''s phone hung up, the beep echoing in her ear for two seconds before it rang again. It was


    Grant''s voice call invitation.


    Cordelia remembered that Ronan had nned to meet with Grant today, and she hastily epted


    Grant''s voice call.


    "Cordelia? Mrs. Evans? It''s about Mr. Evans, your husband. He’s at the entrance of Bistro Belle. My ex-


    wife... she stabbed him. She meant to stab me, but Mr. Evans, he took the hit for me. I’m taking him to


    the hospital now. I’ll send you the location as soon as I get there," Grant hurriedly said. "I''ll take care of


    him for now."


    "Is it seri..." Cordelia wanted to ask how serious it was, but she was too shocked to speak. She sat


    there, shell-shocked, feeling as if she had been hollowed out.


    Stabbed. She knew what it meant. A de entering the body, the oue was always the same. She


    knew it. Cordelia sat still in her chair, dumbstruck.


    "Cordelia? You okay?" Mna, her colleague, asked.


    Cordelia didn’t respond.


    "Cordelia, Cordelia? Are you feeling unwell?"


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    Still no response from Cordelia. She felt a sharp pang in her stomach. Her phone vibrated. It was the


    hospital''s location sent by Grant.


    "I... I need to..." Cordelia stuttered, as if she had been drinking.


    She stood up from her chair, but then tumbled back, sliding down to the floor. Thankfully, the chair


    behind her prevented a serious fall.


    "Cordelia, what’s wrong?" Mna rushed over to help Cordelia up.


    She took Cordelia''s phone and saw the hospital location sent by Grant. "You need to go here? Who’s in


    the hospital? Let''s go. I''ll go with you."


    Mna helped the staggering Cordelia into the elevator.


    Cordelia''s hands were shaking as she looked for Tristi''s contact and handed her phone to Mna.


    Once in the elevator, Cordelia broke down, sobbing uncontrobly. If she knew this day woulde,


    why did she fight with him? He still didn’t know the babies were his.


    She felt the pain of losing him was no less than the pain of losing her mother. Losing one was enough,


    why did she have to lose him too?


    Her crying attracted attention, and many people heard her.


    Once off the elevator, she could barely walk, her nose running and tears streaming down her face.


    "Come on, Cordelia. Is it Mr. Evans?" Mna asked, seeing how distraught Cordelia was.


    Cordelia nodded.


    Mna became more anxious. "Let''s hurry. Your crying is rming the entire office. It’s not good for


    morale. Let''s go."


    Cordelia struggled to keep up. They needed to leave, but she couldn’t move fast enough.


    Tristi was waiting downstairs. When Cordelia got in the car, she asked, "What happened to Mr. Evans?"


    "I don’t know. We’ll find out once we get to the hospital. Let''s go." Mna said.


    Tristi didn’t say anything else and quickly started the car.


    Tristi was known for her slow and steady driving. Unfortunately, there was a traffic jam due to an


    ident. Cordelia was anxious and looked outside. On the roadside, there was arge maternity store


    called Happy Kids.


    Seeing the store, Cordelia’s thoughts began to wander. Even though she was pregnant, she had never


    been to a maternity store, let alone with him.


    Cordelia had never thought Tristi’s driving was slow until now. As she watched the immovable traffic,


    she felt the fear of losing a loved one. Her father, mother, Barney, she had watched them all leave one


    by one. The pain didn’t lessen, it only grew.


    She sent a message to Grant through Messenger with trembling hands: [Mr. Grant, please, tell Ronan


    that the twins are his, and he is the father of my babies.]


    She was afraid if she didn’t say it now, she might never get the chance.