The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 342

Tristi came to visit Cordelia the next day, persistently apologizing, blaming herself for not staying at

home.

Cordelia comforted Tristi with a laugh. "You can't foresee the future, how would you know that would

happen? I couldn't either."

"This is my old songbook, I brought it yesterday and kept it in the car," Tristi said.

Tristi had actually come the previous day, but Cordelia was too weak and slept the whole time. She

hadn't planned to give Cordelia the songbook; after all, Cordelia had just given birth, and Tristi didn't

think she'd be in the mood for it. She had brought her skincare products and homemade chicken soup,

but Ronan suggested that the songbook could help distract Cordelia from her current condition.

Gossip was always a good topic of conversation.

Looking at others' gossip didn't hurt any feelings.

"Is this Alana?" Cordelia looked at the yellowing stickers in Tristi's songbook. Even though they were

old, it was still evident that Alana was indeed a beauty in her time.

Seeing Cordelia engrossed in gossip rather than wallowing in her own sorrow, Ronan felt a temporary

relief.

"She was a beauty back then. One of the most beautiful," Tristi reminisced about Alana with a tone of

admiration. “She’s a Capricorn. Her father was a scholar who later moved the family abroad. They were

old money, rich from generations back. Growing up in such a family meant that naturally, her demeanor

was exceptional."

Cordelia chuckled, surprised that Tristi knew about old money. If this happened in today’s age, Tristi

would be considered a superfan.

"Back then, Alana had a partner named August, they were a handsome and beautiful pair." Tristi's eyes

shone when speaking of her idols.

Cordelia studied the old beauty closely.

"She has a small mole behind her ear," Cordelia pointed out, looking at a side profile picture of Alana.

"Yes, she does," Tristi confirmed.

After a while, Cordelia became tired, and Tristi left.

Ever since giving birth, Cordelia had been physically weak. Doctors came daily to check on her. But

she was young and was slowly recovering.

During these days, Ronan had been to the company three times, each time rushing in and out.

Everyone at the company knew that Cordelia had given birth, and Mr. Evans was a father now.

But each time Mr. Evans came to the company, he didn't have a smile on his face.

Emerson asked about the babies' condition, and Ronan told him the truth.

"Have you told Cordelia yet?" Emerson asked, his brows furrowed.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Her health hasn't fully recovered, I'm afraid it might worsen the situation. And," Ronan flicked the ash

off his cigarette, "she was very fond of the baby girl."

"Aren't you afraid that when you tell her later, she might be angrier? Unable to handle it? A child is a

mother's most precious gift, so she might blame you."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Cordelia had often described to Ronan how she planned to dress up their daughter, braid her hair, put

her in flower dresses, go shopping together, and meet her boyfriends...

Ronan wanted to tell her several times but always stopped himself.

One day, Victoria came to visit Cordelia.

Victoria didn't seem as happy as Cordelia had imagined.

Cordelia had a bad feeling and kept insisting on seeing the baby.

The baby had been in the incubator for nine days, tomorrow was the day she was supposed to see her.

"Cordelia, calm down!" Ronan growled.

"I am calm, tell me, what's wrong with the baby?" Cordelia looked at Ronan pitifully.

Victoria was a doctor, and she didn't believe in keeping secrets.

She helped Cordelia sit on the bed.

"Cordelia, listen to me. You were very stressed before, and it affected the baby girl's development. She

was lethargic in the womb, and her brother took all the nutrients, creating a vicious cycle. Plus, he was

born first, and she...she suffocated in the womb." Victoria carefully chose her words. "She didn't make

it."

Cordelia's eyes glazed over. She touched her belly. "But I... I have a scar from the C-section, don’t I?”

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Victoria glanced at Ronan, who was standing by the window.

“Your health was bad before, Mr. Evans didn’t tell you out of kindness.”

Cordelia didn’t say a word, and tears were streaming down her face.

Her mind went blank.