The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 494

Cordelia had just left the front desk when the receptionist handed her a business card, which she

absentmindedly tossed into her purse. She made her way to Eason's room, where he greeted her at

the door.

Eason was tall and bespectacled, exuding an aura of scholarly sophistication that inspired an Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

inexplicable trust. His handsome features bore the stamp of intellect and depth.

"You're here?" Eason greeted her casually, clad in a crisp white shirt.

"Yeah."

The two interacted as if they were old friends, with a sense of familiarity hanging in the air. An

unspoken bond of trust and understanding resided between them that was hard for others to

comprehend.

"I've found some stuff. Come, let's take a look," Eason said, pressing the play button on the TV remote.

The television screen flickered to life, displaying a series of photos and videos.

"These are all images of Alana and Seth. Seth has been bedridden for years, and Alana has returned

to London. You should be safe for now. As for why Alana is targeting you, my guess is that it's related

to your ancestry, but you're definitely not Allison's daughter. If you were, Alana wouldn't be acting like

this. The only explanation is that you're the daughter of someone powerful and Alana's nemesis,"

Eason mused. "But your true lineage remains a mystery, even to someone of my caliber."

Cordelia attentively watched the images on the screen. She had long known that uncovering her true

origins would be a daunting task, and she certainly didn't expect Alana to reveal them willingly.

"As for the mole on Alana's ear, the only explanation is that she had it removed. This is all the

information and photos I've managed to collect," said Eason, flipping through the images one by one.

After hours of poring over the photos and videos, Cordelia felt herself growing weary.

"I think I'll call it a night," Cordelia announced, rising to leave. "Goodnight, Eason."

"Have you seen him?" Eason asked as Cordelia reached the door.

Cordelia paused, knowing exactly who Eason was referring to. "Yes, I did."

"Do you remember what I told you?" Eason asked, his voice steady.

After a moment's hesitation, Cordelia nodded.

"So, do you have an answer for me? Or are you still undecided?"

With her back to Eason, Cordelia cautiously nodded, then shook her head.

"Off you go, then," Eason dismissed her.

Cordelia returned to her own room, feeling exhausted. She decided to take a shower, but her mind was

elsewhere. Despite the late hour, she wasn't sleepy. Memories from three years ago began to surface.

Her depression, the constant pressure from Alana, her disappointment in Ronan, the relentless

academic demands, and the profound loneliness that consumed her every night.

Tears would often stream down her face until daybreak. Eventually, on the recommendation of a friend,

she found herself at the UC mental health clinic.

As she walked into the clinic, her face was etched with worry.

The psychologist, Eason, was also the founder of UC.

"He shares a similar name like him." Cordelia muttered, looking at the business card in her hand.

"Who?" Eason asked gently.

"My ex-husband. His German name is Ethan."

"Oh, that's quite common," Eason replied with a smile.