Chapter 296

Everard's mom, that would make her his mother-in-law, wouldn't it?

The thought had barely crossed Cordelia's mind when she blurted out into her phone, "Hello, mother-in-law."

After she said it, Cordelia, for the first time ever, found her brain short-circuiting, as a series of question marks popped up in her mind: ???

What had she just said?

Staring with her wide, bewildered eyes, she found herself momentarily speechless. Turning her head, she caught Everard trying to suppress a laugh.

His usually sharp features softened with his smile, making his usually cold demeanor seem much warmer.

From the other end of the phone came a cheerful voice, "Hello there, my dear!"

Cordelia: ".......

The voice continued, "This is my personal number. If that boy of mine ever gives you trouble, you call me, and I'll fly over to set him straight!" Overwhelmed, Cordelia tried to respond calmly, "Oh, okay."

"By the way, Thanksgiving's coming up. Do you need anything? Or, should me and his dad come over for a visit?"

Cordelia: ???

"Are you in Greenmeadow, dear? How old are you this year?"

Cordelia: "Eighteen."

"What?!" The shock was evident in the woman's voice. "Hand the phone to Everard."

Confused, Cordelia passed the phone to Everard but stayed close enough to hear Mrs. Watkins scolding him, "You scoundrel, she's only eighteen, and you went after her?"

Everard: "

Cordelia:

"All right, all right. Since you've made your bed, your dad and I will come over and smooth things out. We'll come visit and arrange an engagement. Once she's of legal age, you two can marry!"

Everard: "That won't be necessary."

Watkins: "??? What do you mean?

winced, "It's just that she's not quite ready

lot for Lorna and Sanderson to

warmed up to

Watkins burst into

"1

"

you've always been top-notch, but with that perpetual undertaker's face, who would fall for you? If I were her, I'd keep my

this what maternal support sounds

spoke, "Hanging up

he heard Mrs. Watkins say, "Then don't bother coming home for Thanksgiving. When you've won her

Cordelia: ".

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had said their Thanksgiving plans were

suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for

by, and soon it was Thanksgiving

Sanderson and Lorna. They appreciated that despite revealing his true

true status had initially made

humble and respectfet

put their fears

hearing he wasn't going home for the holiday, they invited him to stay for

dinner, Sanderson suddenly asked, "What

"They're in public

asked, "Aren't they missing

"They're even busier

announced a news piece about a high-ranking official and his spouse visiting a local

have their hands full during the holidays,"

a strange familiarity with the female voice,

with snacks while she studied her chemistry notes. "Little one, stop studying for a moment and look

not like your face is a textbook," Cordelia

it is," Everard

look but saw nothing amiss. "No,

over my

Cordelia: ".

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