When Cordelia left the hospital, it was already past eight in the evening. The sky had started to drizzle, and she took the bus back to the office. As soon as she stepped into the office lobby, she spotted Ronan, tall and straight, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a mobile phone, chatting with the receptionist. The bright and dazzling lights in the lobby made him look even more superior and aloof.
Suddenly, Cordelia felt a rush of nerves. Over the past few months, she hardly had any face-to-face contact with him. Why did she keep bumping into him lately?
As he walked past her while on the phone, Cordelia quietly said, "Mr. Evans," but wasn't sure if he heard her. After taking the elevator upstairs, she turned around to find that Ronan had disappeared into the deep night.
The rain was heavy tonight. She wondered if he had an umbrella.
Her father used to forget his umbrella when he went out, and she had to run after him to hand it over. He would pat her head and say, "Della's all grown up and starting to take care of her old man now."
Tears blurred Cordelia's vision.
Cordelia worked till four in the morning. She didn't plan to go back to her rented room, but to take a short nap in the office and then continue working. No sooner had she laid down on the desk than her phone rang and woke her up.
Seeing that it was Dr. Devon calling, Cordelia immediately picked up. Over the past two years, when Dr. Devon called, it was either about her mother's deteriorating condition or a reminder to continue paying the hospital bills.
"Cordelia, after you left yesterday, your mother started to have a fever. Our preliminary suspicion is that there is phlegm accumulation in her lungs..."
"Is it serious?" Cordelia asked anxiously, standing up from her seat.
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