Chapter 370


    In the evening, in Ronan''s bedroom.


    "Did you tell Cordelia about Tabithaing home?" Ronan lounged on the sofa, one leg draped over


    the other, addressing Janice.


    "Tabitha?" Janice frowned, looking puzzled. "Who''s Tabitha?"


    "You didn''t tell her?" Ronan asked again.


    "Her? Who''s her?" Janice was even more confused. "Mr. Evans, could you please give me some


    context? You''re leaving me in the dark here."


    Ronan stared at Janice for a moment, making sure she was clueless before he told her to leave. As


    Janice made for the bedroom door, Ronan suddenly asked, "By the way, how did your son do in his


    exams?"


    "Oh." Janice''s face lit up. "He got epted into Birchwood College''s finance department. He''s still


    working at the oil field now."


    Seeing Janice''s sudden change in expression, Ronan knew that her previous confusion wasn''t an act.


    "Off you go."


    ...


    Meanwhile, far away in the U.S., Cordelia received her eptance letter for the fall semester. This


    meant that Cordelia would be starting school in a few days. She threw herself into preparing for the


    new semester and cramming finance terms, temporarily forgetting about Ronan.


    A few dayster, Cordelia started school. At the start of the semester, Cordelia was quite busy. Despite


    having prepared herself for the difficulty of the courses and having learned a fair amount, she found


    herself struggling to understand the lectures. Sometimes, she struggled to understand the financial


    jargon, and other times, even if she understood the meaning, she couldn''t find the relevant information


    in her textbooks. Suddenly, Cordelia felt like the most ignorant person in the world.


    It was no surprise that the more one learned, the more one realized their ignorance. Had Cordelia not


    ventured out of herfort zone in Millstone, she might have remainedcent and satisfied with


    her small world, like a frog in a deep well. Now, even though she was anxious, Cordelia was also


    excited because she recognized her shorings.


    As for the men in ck suits who were after her, they remained quiet, and Cordelia gradually lost her


    initial fear.


    Studying finance was challenging, but every time Cordelia absorbed new knowledge, she felt fulfilled,


    like a sponge soaked in water. Compared to the romantic dramas in Millstone and Ronan''s rumors,


    these no longer upied Cordelia''s thoughts as much.


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    Cordelia frequented the library, aware of herck of knowledge, and even brought books to the dining


    hall. She became a diligent schr.


    One day, as Cordelia was walking from the lecture hall to her dormitory with books in hand, she saw a


    woman searching for something on thewn.


    "Whatcha looking for?" Cordelia approached and asked.


    The woman raised her head with a worried look on her face. "My purse."


    Cordelia took a closer look at the woman. Her hair was soft and delicate, and her eyes were kind. She


    was quite pretty. Cordelia thought, “I feel like I''ve seen her somewhere before.”


    "I feel like I know you somewhere." Cordelia said.


    "Oh, I''m a visiting schr from Birchwood College. My name is Petra. Nice to meet you." Petra


    extended her hand to shake Cordelia''s.