The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 415

"Sure, I'll tell him. You pick the place, after all, he's just a kid. He doesn't know any better." Janice

seemed excited about Ronan's agreement.

"Let's choose a restaurant around Birchwood College," Ronan suggested after some thought.

"You are just saving him some money," Janice said.

"Not really, I just feel like having a meal at Birchwood College," Ronan mused.

His desire to visit Birchwood College was not just because of his grandfather, but also because of that

person. Once upon a time, he and that certain someone strolled through the grounds of Birchwood

College.

"Sounds good." Janice agreed readily.

"Seems like you won't be able to meet your son's sweetheart this time." Ronan looked up and said to Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Janice.

"He didn't invite me. I just wanted to see her. He's been hiding it and doesn't want me to go. If I can't

go, it won’t be a big deal," Janice said magnanimously. "Mr. Evans, if you're busy, my son can take

Callum. My son is an artist. He can teach Callum."

"Really?" Ronan lifted his head to ask Janice.

Speaking of her son, Janice's face was radiant with motherly pride. Her son Harold grew up in the oil

fields. From a young age, Janice was working, and his father was a mid-level leader in the oil fields, so

no one was around to supervise him. Harold was the leader of the children in the oil field's housing

compound. He was wild, but all the other children respected him. He learned to draw on his own

without any guidance. He was quite intelligent and did well in school. He was the poster child for free-

range parenting.

Janice remembered that when Harold was young, he wanted to be a soldier because he thought the

uniform was impressive. Unfortunately, he didn't fulfill his dream. When he went to college, the dream

was not realized either. Harold was persistent. Janice once had his fortune told, and the fortune teller

said it was not time for him to be a soldier yet.

"He can draw?" Callum asked excitedly. Drawing was something that all children loved, and Callum

was no exception. At that moment, his eyes sparkled.

"Yes. Callum, you can play with him." Janice gently patted Callum's head.

Ronan turned to Emerson. "When are we leaving?"

"We'll leave when we get the notice!" Emerson was displeased and left with a bad attitude.

"Dad, Mr. Emerson is acting up again. Don't let him get to you." Callum comforted Ronan by patting his

chest.

Ronan smiled gently at Callum.

They left the next day around nine to allow Callum to spend a few more days at his great-grandfather's

house.

This was Callum's first time going to Birchwood, and he was excited the entire way. When the car

arrived at Barney's neighborhood, Ronan instructed the chauffeur, "We'll get off here. You can take

Emerson to Empower Operations."

As Ronan got out of the car, Emerson asked resentfully, "You're really not coming?"

Without responding, Ronan took Callum's hand and left.

He rested at home for the afternoon, and around five, Harold sent him a message on Messenger. [Mr.

Evans, my mom told me you wanted to have dinner at Birchwood College. I've reserved a private

dining room at Zen Garden Restaurant. Come over at six.]

Checking his watch, Ronan decided to walk there and enjoy the campus scenery on the way. He

remembered that someone used to love the scenery there.

"Callum, let's get ready. We're going out for dinner," Ronan told Callum.

"Dad, is someone inviting us to dinner?"

"Yes, it's Janice's son."

"Really?" Callum, hearing that it was the big brother who could play basketball and draw, was naturally

excited.

"Yes," Ronan confirmed.