Chapter 486


    Cordelia rose, washed up, and as she stood on the staircase, she noticed several people moving


    boxes out of the house. Ronan was seated on the couch, orchestrating the whole operation.


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    "Load all these into the car," he instructed.


    "Mr. Evans, you sure are thoughtful. You''ve got all of Cordelia''s snacks prepared," Janicemented


    somewhat awkwardly, considering her son had once pursued Cordelia.


    As Ronan lifted his gaze, he caught sight of Cordelia on the staircase. "What good does it do if she


    doesn''t appreciate it?" Ronan said, casting a sideways nce at Cordelia.


    "It''s normal for her to change after being away for three years. Besides, she was so young back then.


    People grow. She was a young girl then, now she''s matured, and her career has changed. You need to


    understand," Janice tried to appease him.


    "Do I?" he questioned, looking at Cordelia. There was a sense of regret in Ronan''s heart, along with a


    bit of jealousy.


    He wasn''t there for Cordelia in her most depressing and mncholic moments. And that man took


    advantage of his absence. Just the thought of the man beside Cordelia made him extremely


    ufortable. However, as Janice pointed out, people grow. If it were the past, he would have


    punished Cordelia, but now, perhaps due to his age, he wouldn''t.


    Before Cordelia could respond, Callum came over,unching himself at Cordelia''s legs. "Mom, look


    how nice dad is to you. He got you two boxes of apples and a bunch of other snacks. I told you, my


    dad''s rich. It''s convenient having him around," Callum boasted.


    Seeing Callum, Cordelia couldn''t help but smile. She ruffled his hair and bent down to his level, "I have


    to go to work, Callum. Listen to your dad while I''m away, okay?"


    "I always listen to dad," Callum pledged solemnly.


    "No lying allowed," Cordelia warned.


    "Why would I lie? Dad always says that children who lie will end up with long Pinhio noses."


    Cordelia couldn''t help but recall the same words Ronan had once said to her. He had used the same


    phrase for both her and their son.


    "So I guess I should get going," Cordelia asked Ronan, preparing to leave.


    "The driver''s waiting for you outside. He''s been told to help you carry your stuff upstairs. You won''t


    have to do it."


    "Okay." Some warm feelings bubbled up in Cordelia''s throat, almost making her forget about the


    horrible things he had done in the past.


    Excluding his maniptive behavior and his cold-heartedness, he could be considered a good


    husband. Especially now, as he was behaving like a doting husband.


    "Mom, when will youe to visit me again?" Callum asked, reluctance apparent in his tone.


    Cordelia thought for a moment. Callum wasn''t going to preschool yet, so he was always home. But she


    didn''t trust anyone else to take him to Birchwood, in case na was watching. Ronan was quick to


    react and would ensure their son''s safety.


    She squatted down to Callum''s level, "If you miss mom, ask your dad to take you to Birchwood to see


    me. Remember, only dad can take you. No one else."


    "Why can''t anyone else do it? Just me?" Ronan asked, pouncing on Cordelia''s statement.


    "You''re his biological father. His safety is guaranteed with you."


    Ronan hoped to hear some tender words from Cordelia, but her tone remained icy, probably because


    she still hadn''t forgiven him. She wasn''t the naive young girl from years ago, who knew little about the


    world and whose sole focus was on treating her mother''s illness.