Chapter 487


    Once in the car, Cordelia felt a sense of mncholy, as if her soul had been left behind, but thankfully,


    the university was not a lonely ce, and she had grown quite fond of her job.


    When the driver pulled up to the Unity Hall, he got out and personally carried Cordelia''s luggage up to


    her room. Harold and a few students, returning from a game of basketball, offered to lend a hand.


    "What''s all this?" Harold casually asked, picking up a box.


    "Well, it''s just some food that he packed for me from Millstone," Cordelia replied.


    She emphasized ''he'' in front of Harold, intending to make it clear that she and Harold were over, and


    he should stop pining for her.


    "Ronan is much better than me. I can''tpete," Harold admitted sincerely. How could hepete


    with Ronan? His mother worked as a maid at the Evans'', which put him at a disadvantage. Cordelia


    had borne Ronan''s child, and the gifts Ronan showered her with were things Harold couldn''t afford.


    Since Sean and Sally had returned to the university and spread the news through Sally’s gossiping,


    everyone knew Cordelia was Ronan''s wife. ording to Sally, they had a big, happy family. Although


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    they didn’t know Cordelia and Ronan were divorced, Harold shouldn’t disrupt this “happiness”, right?


    Back home, Cordelia washed a few apples and enjoyed them while rxing.


    A notification from Messenger popped up on her phone. It was from the dean’s office:


    [A public ss for new professors was to be held next week, with current faculty members grading the


    performance.]


    The notice was sudden, but it was a good opportunity to showcase teachers'' abilities.


    Cordelia was one of the twenty-plus new professors who had joined the university this year.


    She flipped through her textbook, preparing her lecture, and then sent a message to her students on


    Messenger: [Next Wednesday, we''ll be discussing big data and decision analysis in an open ss.


    Please prepare in advance.]


    The chat group consisted of all first-year finance students. Upon receiving her message, they


    responded with a flurry of ''ok'' emojis.


    On Monday, Cordelia noticed a notice posted by the administration department: The university had


    purchased a plot ofnd off-campus and was nning to build housing. Any professors interested in


    purchasing a house were encouraged to sign up.


    Cordelia thought about it; she would eventually settle down in Birchwood. But for now, her ce in


    Unity Hall was sufficient. Besides, she was interested in buying a house in Edith Hills.


    Initially, "Edith Hills" was just a part of her work, but ever since Ronan had named the development


    "Edith," her feelings toward it had changed. She found herself inexplicably attached to the area.


    "Cordelia, I''ll be one of the professors grading your ss on Wednesday," Petra, who had seemingly


    appeared out of nowhere, informed her. "I''ve already received the evaluation form. It''ll all depend on


    your performance."


    "Really? Well, I''ll have to ask you to write a few nice things about me then," Cordelia responded,


    confident that Petra would do so.


    Petra was a very agreeable person, and Cordelia was confident in her teaching skills.


    "Are you thinking of buying a house?" Petra asked, ncing at the notice.


    The public announcement had been made earlier on the university''s official ount, so Petra was


    already aware of it.


    "Oh, no, my ce at the university is enough for me. Just checking this out."


    Cordelia noticed Petra''s attention was still on the notice and asked, "Are you thinking of buying a


    house?"


    "Yes. The houses are priced at a tenth of the market price, so everyone''s interested. But it requires full


    payment upfront, and I don''t have that much money. My family can''t help either," Petra confessed,


    somewhat embarrassed. "Cordelia, could you lend me some money?"


    "Me? All my money is tied up in a long-term savings ount," Cordelia exined. When she divorced


    Ronan, she had deposited all the money he gave her into the bank, leaving only a bit for living


    expenses. But seeing Petra in such a predicament, she suggested, "Have you asked Ronan?"


    "Borrowing money is..." Petra trailed off with a bitter smile. "Even as old friends, it''s difficult. Besides,


    his money didn''t just fall from the sky."


    "How about I ask him for you?" Cordelia suggested, feeling that Petra was trustworthy.