The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 49

After dinner, Cordelia and Ronan headed to the hospital together.

Without asking Cordelia, Ronan drove straight to Millstone Hospital.

Cordelia knew about Ronan's extensive connections, so he was well aware of her mother's condition.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Cordelia signaled to get out.

"You better not visit my mom," Cordelia said.

She wasn't sure why she had such worries.

"What's in the ward that you're not letting me see?" Ronan was lighting a cigarette.

With his eyes half-closed, he spoke nonchalantly, like a man who's seen the world, teasing a greenhorn.

But it was his attitude that deeply attracted Cordelia.

Whether blushing from arguing or shyness from being attracted to him, Cordelia's cheeks turned rosy.

"The hospital is a busy place, lots of chatter. It might tarnish your reputation."

Ronan glanced at his watch, "Four o'clock, I'll come pick you up."

"Okay, sounds good," Cordelia exhaled deeply.

It seemed that he didn't plan on visiting her mother today. He was only here to drop her off out of respect for his grandfather's orders.

Cordelia headed towards neurology.

The corridor was crowded with people, and Cordelia saw lights and cameras, not knowing what was being filmed.

As she was about to pass through the crowd, she saw a woman in a dark green dress, holding a cigarette, exuding an indescribable charm.

Cordelia froze. It was Deanna.

So she was shooting a movie here.

Cordelia didn't have a good impression of Deanna, always feeling that she was scheming and could be used if she wasn't careful.

She hurriedly entered her mother's ward.

Unexpectedly, it was bustling today, not only with Adrian and Jamie Colby, but also a very kind middle-aged woman who seemed to be a caregiver.

"Ms. Haselwood," The caregiver saw Cordelia and politely said, "I'm your mom's caregiver, my name is Trina."

"Nice to meet you, Trina. I’m Cordelia. Did Dr. Devon hire you?" Cordelia felt warm inside.

Even though she had only glanced once, she could tell that Trina was proficient and professional. She was taking care of her mother's sores.

"Wasn't it you?" Trina was a bit confused.

"No, it wasn't."