Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 252

Cordelia and Lorna's steps faltered slightly as they made their way forward. Lorna's brow furrowed, casting a glance at Cordelia, only to find a trace of impatience etched across her face. It wasn't just Cordelia who was feeling annoyed; Lorna was too.

In the past, when her daughter went missing, she drifted through her days in a daze, while Laurinda often sniped at her behind her back. Lorna chose to turn a deaf ear, and Sanderson remained oblivious. They muddled through like this for eighteen years. But once Cordelia was found, Laurinda's antagonism seemed to ramp up.

First, she tried to ostracize her and Lia, then pressured them into a separation. A separation it was, and frankly, it was a relief. She no longer had to tiptoe around Laurinda. But now, Sanderson was tied up with corporate affairs, busier than ever.

It was understandable for Sanderson, as the CEO, to be busy. But now! After wrapping up the projects, why was Laurinda stirring up trouble again? Before, Lorna had kept silent because she had no financial independence and no voice in the household. But now, thinking of the balance in her bank account, she straightened her back and walked into the room first.

In the living room, Laurinda sat there, her eyelids drooping. Upon Lorna's entrance, Laurinda paused her conversation and huffed at the sight of her. Despite being Sanderson's mother, Lorna bit her tongue and turned to Cordelia first: "Lia, you've had a long day. Why don't you head upstairs and rest?"

Cordelia nodded, maneuvering two suitcases forward. Sanderson hurried over: "Let me carry those for you."

Their mansion had no elevator, and with two suitcases to lug, Sanderson doubted Cordelia could manage. He took the suitcases from her, ready to heave them up, only to find them immovable.

Sanderson was puzzled. Cordelia seemed to handle them with ease just moments ago. As he pondered, he saw Cordelia effortlessly hoist the suitcases and head upstairs: "Dad, it's okay."

not even a greeting." Cordelia paid her no mind. As soon as Laurinda finished speaking,

her. Lorna, however, changed the subject: "Mom,

especially since Cordelia's grandparents were staying with them, Lorna made sure to bring back gifts for everyone. But as soon as the gift box was handed to Laurinda, she clenched it tightly, her sarcasm unfurling: "My son slaves away at the company like a dog, working hard to earn money, and here you are, off enjoying

remark. Sanderson intervened: "Mom, Lorna is my wife. What's mine is hers, there's no distinction between us!" Laurinda snorted: "Sanderson, I'm only looking out for your

grandmother, Mathilda's voice rang out. Since Laurinda's arrival, she had been with Lacy Wilson in

my daughter earns her own money. What's wrong with her spending a bit? You've separated; does

Laurinda entangled in her own arguments. With Mathilda's presence,

she indeed felt tired. Opting not to unpack immediately, she took a refreshing shower instead. Feeling much lighter in her pajamas, she finally picked

what's up?" Cordelia hesitated: "Just checking in. You made it?" Everard confirmed:

voice was soothing. Just then, another voice echoed in the background: "Is that your sister-in-law? Hey, do you need money for shopping?" Cordelia paused, asking: "You have friends over?" Everard replied:

to ensure Everard's safe arrival, knowing Little Flame wasn't too fond

she hung up and took out her homework, intending to catch up on assignments she'd neglected for online gaming. But just as she was about to start, her thoughts drifted

special about this pretty boy? Not long ago we had Calvert swinging by, and now Bill's

of good-looking guys

there."

why not get someone to work some magic on his face? Or better yet, what about the