Chapter 462


    "Go ahead," Ronan said.


    Just moments ago, Ronan hadn''t been holding an umbre. The light drizzle had been falling onto the


    tips of his hair, giving him a sort of poignant aura that made Cordelia feel a chill run down her spine.


    She had kept wanting to hold the umbre over his head.


    Ronan suddenly realized he couldn''t feel the rain on his head anymore. He thought the rain had


    stopped, so he looked up and found an umbre over his head.


    A wave of emotions surged within him, thinking it was Cordelia, but when he turned around, it was


    actually Harold.


    As Ronan turned, his gaze flicked towards Cordelia. She was following Peter, as obedient as a


    schoolgirl. So, he was overthinking.


    On the other end of the phone, he was given a thorough report of the situation.


    "Mr. Evans, you''ll catch a cold if you stay in the rain," Harold said after hanging up the phone.


    "Thanks," Ronan said before quickly rejoining the crowd.


    Shortly after, Harold followed him. He had noticed Cordelia''s constant nces towards Ronan, who


    was without an umbre. She probably felt ufortable seeing him soaked, wanting to hold the


    umbre for him, but too worried about appearances to do so. So, he had gone instead.


    Soon after, Ronan returned to the crowd and said to Peter, "Something''se up in Millstone, I need


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    to head back there. Let''s call it a day for the inspection."


    "Is it serious?" Peter asked with concern.


    "Oh, it''s nothing. I''ve already finished inspecting Edith Hills, let''s start the project. Talia will be in charge


    here," Ronan said before turning to leave, disappearing into the crowd without a backward nce.


    Cordelia watched his retreating figure, wondering, “What happened in Millstone? What could have


    made Ronan rush back there so urgently?”


    Ronan returned to his grandfather''s house, called for Callum, and headed to Millstone.


    About two hours prior, an incident had urred in Millstone. Deanna was carrying the things Ronan''s


    assistant had bought, intending to deliver them to Tabitha.


    Deanna knew which hospital Tabitha was in as she had caused a scene there before. As for where


    Tabitha lived, she just had to ask around.


    Armed with baby clothes and nutritional supplies, Deanna was already angry enough. On the way


    there, her fists clenched tight. It wouldn''t take much more to send her temper into overdrive.


    Arriving at Tabitha''s house, she indeed found a toddler. Deanna had heard rumors that Tabitha might


    have had a child. But she had never believed it.


    Tabitha was surprised to see Deanna and asked her what was going on.


    Deanna threw the items on the ground. "Gifts from Ronan."


    Tabitha nced at the items — children''s clothes and various health supplements. "He sent me gifts?"


    Tabitha asked with surprise.


    "How did you end up in Ronan''s bed?" Deanna stood there, her chest heaving with every breath, her


    body rigid with anger.


    Tabitha protectively cradled her child. "Mr. Evans is very gentle."


    That statement was thest straw for Deanna. She picked up ab lying nearby and threw it at


    Tabitha. For years, Deanna had never been able to get close to Ronan, but this woman had given birth


    to his child.


    How could Deanna not be furious?


    Tabitha managed to dodge theb, but it hit the face of the child. Blood immediately flowed from the


    wound, and the child burst into tears.


    "Buddy, are you okay?" Tabitha said, frantic.


    Seeing Tabitha protect her child only fueled Deanna''s rage. She wanted to kill Tabitha.