Chapter 440


    Ronan didn''t head home, instead, he leisurely strolled with Callum around the campus of Birchwood


    College.


    He sent a text via WhatsApp.


    "Dad, where are we going?" Callum seemed rather displeased and asked Ronan.


    "We''re going to visit Dr. Dustin."


    "Is he a friend of Granddad?"


    "He was a student of your granddad."


    "My granddad had students? Looks like Granddad and nicedy are both rich," Callum admired


    earnestly.


    "Nicedy?" Ronan raised an eyebrow.


    He didn’t know how Cordelia did academically, but she sure knew how to reel in the younger men. So


    far, the only acknowledged romance in Cordelia’s life was the one with Logan.


    As for Ronan? Did Cordelia sell herself to him to save her mother? Or did she submit to Ronan’s


    authority?


    All their rtionship left them with was a son, and a lost daughter.


    Ronan didn''t have Dustin''s WhatsApp; he had heard about him from other people. He told Dustin he''d


    drop by his house that evening.


    Dustin was nervous. Ronan was not only the grandson of his respected teacher but also a notorious


    entrepreneur in Millstone. Over the years, Dustin and Ronan had heard of each other but never


    connected.


    Dustin lived in a small house in the suburbs. He hastily had his wife tidy up, put on a pot of coffee, and


    take a walk to give them some privacy.


    "Dr. Dustin, long time no see." Ronan arrived, taking in the surroundings. "So this is what a Birchwood


    College staff housing looks like."


    "Yes, it''s quite cozy," Dr. Dustin replied, following Ronan''s gaze. "Ronan, are you scouting for


    someone?"


    "No, just looking around."


    "Excuse the mess. We had settled down elsewhere, but when our son got epted to an out-of-state


    university, and I still had students to mentor, we moved back here for convenience. My wife doesn''t


    have to cook for me every day, and I can just grab meals at the university’s cafeteria. When I first met


    you, you were about your son''s age. Time flies, doesn’t it? And this is your son, right?"


    "Yes," Ronan replied, then turned to Callum and said, "Callum, say hi to Dr. Dustin."


    "Dad said you''re very rich, Dr. Dustin. I should learn from you." Callum was quite savvy, and his words


    brought a smile to Dustin''s face.


    Dustin didn''t quite understand what this meant, but heughed heartily. "Your dad is the richer one;


    very few people don’t know him."


    "I heard you set up Harold with a girlfriend," Ronan steered the conversation back on track.


    "Yes, Cordelia, right? A PhD graduate from overseas, freshly appointed as a lecturer, working under Dr.


    Young to supervise postgraduates. My student Harold never had a scandal in his four years of college,


    despite the long line of girls chasing after him. It''s rare for him to take interest in someone so


    aplished, how could I not y matchmaker?" Dr. Dustin was rather proud talking about


    matchmaking Harold and Cordelia.


    "You need to stop your matchmaking. Cordelia is my wife."


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    Dustin fell silent. His face turned pale, then flushed. He awkwardly picked up his mug and took a sip of


    coffee.


    Callum looked at Ronan surprisingly, thinking, “Is Dad finallying to his senses?”


    "But I''ve already set them up," Dustin said awkwardly.


    "That''s fine; just don''t do it again."


    "I''m sorry, Ronan, we had no idea about Cordelia''s family situation. We didn’t know she and you..."


    Dustin’s gaze fell on Callum.


    There were many things he didn’t understand, like whose child was Ronan''s and how Cordelia became


    Ronan''s wife, but since Ronan had made it clear, it was inappropriate to continue the matchmaking.


    After all, he was a teacher, not a matchmaker. He was only trying to help.