The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 314

"I get it." Cordelia's teeth were chattering.

"Ginger...Cordelia, you have no idea, are you trying to trick me?" Brooklyn was terrified; what if

something happened to Cordelia's babies? How could she ever take responsibility?

Cordelia's face was growing paler. She'd always known Samantha was envious and manipulative, but

she hadn't imagined she could be this malicious.

Cordelia remained silent.

Brooklyn watched her quietly.

Only after they had finished their meal and Cordelia attempted to stand did she realize her stomach

hurt again, causing her to stumble slightly.

"Let me help you to the office." Brooklyn supported Cordelia. "Cordelia, you gotta be okay. Edwin

always told me not to tell you..." Brooklyn said guiltily.

"Help me get to his floor."

"Whose?" Brooklyn quickly thought. "Mr. Evans?"

"Yes."

Without asking further, Brooklyn took Cordelia to Ronan's floor. She left Cordelia at the door to Ronan's

office, knocking before quickly leaving, afraid that Ronan might take his anger out on her.

"Come in," Ronan said.

As Cordelia entered, Ronan's assistant had just heated up his meal.

"Why are you here at this hour?" Ronan asked, looking up at her.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed Cordelia's pale complexion, beads of sweat the size of beans on

her forehead, and the way she clutched her stomach.

She pointed a shaky finger at Ronan, her voice choked with tears. "You... if you dare to help her make

a comeback, I...I won't let you off."

Ronan didn't understand what she was talking about, but seeing Cordelia in this state, he quickly

moved to her side.

"Here to make accusations? What's happened?" After assisting Cordelia onto the couch, he took her

hand and asked.

"You... you can't..." Cordelia's gaze began to lose focus.

"Don't talk. I'll take you to the hospital."

"No... no need. I know my body. I just need to rest." Cordelia half-laid on the couch, half-leaned into his

embrace. "Promise me. Don't let her come back."

Ronan guessed she might’ve been referring to Deanna, who had just visited that morning. "As you

wish." Ronan finally conceded.

In his lifetime, who had he ever given in to?

Cordelia sighed with relief. "You go eat. I'll rest for a bit."

Seeing Cordelia's face covered in sweat, Ronan was worried. He fetched a warm towel from the

bathroom, placing it on Cordelia's forehead. His hand pressed against it.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Why did you suddenly get so upset?" Ronan asked gently.

That morning, Deanna had come to him, tearfully explaining that Samantha was retaliating against her

by spreading rumors, causing all her brand partners to withdraw their deals. She had asked Ronan for

help. And he had indeed thought of a way for Deanna, which had made her leave happily.

Ronan had thought, “If he was to let Samantha and Deanna destroy each other, he couldn't let one

become too dominant. If Samantha crushed Deanna in one fell swoop, Samantha would stop

retaliating...”

And if that happened, there would be no drama. The memory of Deanna trying to poison his

grandfather was still fresh in Ronan's mind.

Cordelia, sobbing, recounted to Ronan the circumstances of her grandmother's death, including

Samantha's disregard for her life, letting her burn to death and the parcel Deanna had sent to

Samantha.

"Give me your phone. I want to call the police." Cordelia clutched tightly at the wrist of the hand Ronan

was using to hold the towel against her forehead, her tears making a pitiful sight.