Chapter 558


    The next day, Ronan had to head back to Millstone because Callum was home alone, and Cordelia


    was worried sick.


    Wednesday rolled around, and it was Cordelia’s turn to teach. Right in the middle of her lecture, Mr.


    Reese from the administration office beckoned her outside.


    “Ms. Haselwood, here’s the deal,” he said, pulling out a stack of papers. “Millstone College sent over a


    transfer request, and they’re waiting on your John Hancock. Sign these, I’ll fax them over, and the


    school’s handling the rest of the red tape.”


    Cordelia was floored. “Transfer request? What transfer request?”


    Mr. Reese exined, all smiles and reassurance, “Well, you’re set to join the faculty at Millstone


    College as a full-fledged professor. Your promotion’sing through any minute now. Once that’s


    done, you’re good to go.”


    “But I never nned on transferring to Millstone,” Cordelia protested, baffled. She adored Birchwood


    College—Barney’s legacy. Why on earth would she move to Millstone?


    “I really can’t say,” Mr. Reese shrugged, “but orders are orders. All I know is I’ve been tasked with


    getting your paperwork in order. Ms. Haselwood, as of tomorrow, you can kiss Birchwood goodbye and


    report to Millstone.”


    “What??” Was Birchwood really showing her the door? Had Ronan pulled some strings?


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    “Ms. Haselwood, chop-chop! You’re heading back home. That’s good news, right?” Mr. Reese beamed


    as if he was the bearer of the best news ever.


    Though she felt like she’d been yed, Cordelia signed the papers. She taught the rest of her ss


    with her mind elsewhere, but with the same dedication as always.


    After ss, Cordelia shot Ronan a message on Messenger. [How did I get transferred from Birchwood


    to Millstone so quickly? Aren’t these things supposed to take, like, six months?]


    His reply was casual. [Oh, about that, I made a sizable donation to Millstone—a new building.]


    Cordelia was speechless. “Money talks,” she thought bitterly. A new building, and just like that, her


    credentials were good enough for an immediate transfer to Millstone.


    However, her research at Birchwood wasn’t finished. She still had grad students to mentor.


    Mr. Reese messaged again, urging her to pack her bags for Millstone. Should she be thanking Ronan


    for arranging her life so neatly?


    [What about my stuff?] she texted him.


    [Don’t worry, it’s being taken care of.]


    So, she was expected to just up and leave.


    It was a tough pill to swallow—Birchwood was her first job post-PhD...


    “Ms. Haselwood, you could’ve given us a heads-up before jetting off. Who knows who we’ll end up with


    now,” Sally said, clearly upset.


    “It does,” Sally insisted. “The other profs are old-timers. It’s not the same.”


    Cordelia patted Sally’s shoulder sympathetically. “I’m really sorry, guys.”


    Cordelia didn''t have much to say to that.