A week had passed since Cordelia’s departure, and Ronan was still grappling with the aftermath.
Emerson noticed his distress.
“What’s up? Are you feeling down?”
“How could I not be? She’s gone to study abroad again,” Ronan leaned back in his chair, his tone flat.
“It's good that she wants to study, definitely better than those women who only know how to spend money,” Emerson retorted. “Some women are so clueless they’d stab their own husbands. Be grateful for a knowledgeable woman. Grant is still trying to catch his breath.”
Ronan responded with an indifferent snort, ignoring the remark about Grant.
Emerson was scrolling through his phone as he spoke, then his brows furrowed. “Wait, why has Cordelia blocked me on Facebook?”
“You must’ve ticked her off,” Ronan joked.
He opened Messenger to ask Cordelia why she’d blocked Emerson, but before he could send the message, she had sent one. [I’m gone. Don’t look for me.]
Ronan’s brow furrowed in confusion, he quickly replied, [What do you mean?]
Before he knew it, he was on Cordelia’s blocked list as well. A feeling of dread washed over him.
He tried calling Cordelia, but her line was disconnected. He then called their American branch, urging them to check on Cordelia’s whereabouts.
Ronan tried every way possible to contact Cordelia. He even messaged her roommate, Taylor. Taylor responded, [No idea. I woke up to a note from Cordelia saying she was gone. No clue where to.]
Taylor even sent him a picture of the note. [Taylor, my dear roommate, I'm gone. Thank you for taking care of me. Cordelia.]
Soon, the American branch called back, saying Cordelia had withdrawn from school, and her whereabouts were unknown.
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