Chapter 314


    "I get it." Cordelia''s teeth were chattering.


    "Ginger...Cordelia, you have no idea, are you trying to trick me?" Brooklyn was terrified; what if


    something happened to Cordelia''s babies? How could she ever take responsibility?


    Cordelia''s face was growing paler. She''d always known Samantha was envious and maniptive, but


    she hadn''t imagined she could be this malicious.


    Cordelia remained silent.


    Brooklyn watched her quietly.


    Only after they had finished their meal and Cordelia attempted to stand did she realize her stomach


    hurt again, causing her to stumble slightly.


    "Let me help you to the office." Brooklyn supported Cordelia. "Cordelia, you gotta be okay. Edwin


    always told me not to tell you..." Brooklyn said guiltily.


    "Help me get to his floor."


    "Whose?" Brooklyn quickly thought. "Mr. Evans?"


    "Yes."


    Without asking further, Brooklyn took Cordelia to Ronan''s floor. She left Cordelia at the door to Ronan''s


    office, knocking before quickly leaving, afraid that Ronan might take his anger out on her.


    "Come in," Ronan said.


    As Cordelia entered, Ronan''s assistant had just heated up his meal.


    "Why are you here at this hour?" Ronan asked, looking up at her.


    Upon closer inspection, he noticed Cordelia''s paleplexion, beads of sweat the size of beans on


    her forehead, and the way she clutched her stomach.


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    She pointed a shaky finger at Ronan, her voice choked with tears. "You... if you dare to help her make


    aeback, I...I won''t let you off."


    Ronan didn''t understand what she was talking about, but seeing Cordelia in this state, he quickly


    moved to her side.


    "Here to make usations? What''s happened?" After assisting Cordelia onto the couch, he took her


    hand and asked.


    "You... you can''t..." Cordelia''s gaze began to lose focus.


    "Don''t talk. I''ll take you to the hospital."


    "No... no need. I know my body. I just need to rest." Cordelia halfid on the couch, half-leaned into his


    embrace. "Promise me. Don''t let here back."


    Ronan guessed she might’ve been referring to Deanna, who had just visited that morning. "As you


    wish." Ronan finally conceded.


    In his lifetime, who had he ever given in to?


    Cordelia sighed with relief. "You go eat. I''ll rest for a bit."


    Seeing Cordelia''s face covered in sweat, Ronan was worried. He fetched a warm towel from the


    bathroom, cing it on Cordelia''s forehead. His hand pressed against it.


    "Why did you suddenly get so upset?" Ronan asked gently.


    That morning, Deanna hade to him, tearfully exining that Samantha was retaliating against her


    by spreading rumors, causing all her brand partners to withdraw their deals. She had asked Ronan for


    help. And he had indeed thought of a way for Deanna, which had made her leave happily.


    Ronan had thought, “If he was to let Samantha and Deanna destroy each other, he couldn''t let one


    be too dominant. If Samantha crushed Deanna in one fell swoop, Samantha would stop


    retaliating...”


    And if that happened, there would be no drama. The memory of Deanna trying to poison his


    grandfather was still fresh in Ronan''s mind.


    Cordelia, sobbing, recounted to Ronan the circumstances of her grandmother''s death, including


    Samantha''s disregard for her life, letting her burn to death and the parcel Deanna had sent to


    Samantha.


    "Give me your phone. I want to call the police." Cordelia clutched tightly at the wrist of the hand Ronan


    was using to hold the towel against her forehead, her tears making a pitiful sight.