Chapter 343


    Cordelia had always dreamed of having a baby girl, but the dream didn''te true.


    "Cordelia, don''t cry, darling. It''s not good for your eyes. Look at the bright side; you''ve got a son now.


    Your and Mr. Evans'' son." Victoriaforted Cordelia, patting her shoulder gently.


    "Yeah." Cordelia sat on the bed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees, trying to nod in


    agreement with Victoria''s words.


    But the tears still fell, unstoppable.


    Even though Victoria was a seasoned nurse and was used to life and death, it still hurt to see her old


    school friend, Cordelia, in such agony.


    She had to continue her rounds, thus leaving Ronan to take care of a distraught Cordelia.


    Cordelia bore no resentment towards Ronan; after all, he was the father of the baby. This was a hard


    situation for him, too, and he was more afraid of Cordelia''s despair.


    "Don''t cry, love. We can always try for another baby," Ronan tried to console Cordelia.


    He moved to embrace her, his arms wrapping around her in aforting hold.


    What truly broke Cordelia''s heart was the reason Victoria had given her. The baby boy had taken all the


    nutrients, leaving the girl unable to survive. Cordelia hadn''t even met her son yet, but she was already


    resentful, even though it wasn''t his fault that his sister didn''t survive.


    People always said that siblings should love each other, but this seemed like a case of survival of the


    fittest.


    Even though it wasn''t the little boy''s fault, Cordelia found herself ming him for her daughter''s death.


    Having a little boy was not enough to fill the void left by her daughter''s death. Plus, since Cordelia


    hadn''t met the little boy yet, she didn''t feel emotionally attached to him, which made her reluctant to


    meet him.


    She feared that seeing him would only remind her of her daughter''s death.


    But the day came when baby Callum was finally released from the incubator.


    That day, Janice brought the little boy to Cordelia.


    The once wrinkly and scrawny infant had transformed into a chubby and adorable baby.


    Ronan was smitten with his son.


    Cordelia only spared him a single nce. This child didn’t need her to nurse him, making him feel like


    he wasn’t hers.


    “Cordelia, this is your son. Don’t you like him?” Janice asked Cordelia.


    “I like him just fine," Cordelia replied, fearing that speaking her true feelings wouldbel her as


    heartless.


    Unfortunately, Cordelia’s heart wasn''t truly with this child.


    It was hard to grow fond of someone you initially disliked.


    Jamie and Brenda came to visit Cordelia.


    Seeing Jamie, Ronan stood aside, watching coolly.


    Anyone with a smidgen of sensitivity would avoid mentioning the deceased twin. They only praised the


    baby boy''s good looks.


    "He''s a handsome little fellow, isn''t he? Have you named him yet?" Brenda asked Cordelia, trying to


    ease the awkwardness.


    "Callum?" Cordelia nced at Ronan for confirmation.


    "That''s right, Callum," Ronan added.


    "Such a strong name. Mr. Evans'' doing, I presume?" Brenda subtlyplimented Ronan.


    "Yes, it was him. I originally..." Cordelia started, wanting to say she preferred the name "Seraphina," but


    thinking of her deceased child, her heart felt a cold stab. She stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to


    continue.


    After going through so many losses, Cordelia was no longer the fresh-faced girl straight from college.


    Jamie noticed Cordelia''s sudden crestfallen expression and asked, "What''s wrong, Cordelia?"


    "Oh, nothing." Cordelia forced a smile, but the sadness was evident.


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    "You have to get better, Cordelia." Jamie felt her pain and tried to encourage her.


    "Mhm," Cordelia replied.


    Before Jamie and Brenda left, they left a generous gift for Cordelia.


    The people from Lumos Enterprises didn''te. Emerson had wanted to visit the newborn and his


    mother, but Ronan advised, "Don''t join the spectacle."


    The atmosphere was more like a funeral than a birth celebration.


    Surprisingly, Emerson didn''t tease Ronan this time. Instead, he sent a generous gift.


    Other executives followed Emerson''s lead, sending gifts to congratte Ronan.


    The birth of a child in the family of thepany''s top executive was a big deal!