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."

What do you mean? You're

not quite

had already been a lot for Lorna and Sanderson to take in. If his parents actually showed up, wouldn't that scare them

hasn't warmed

was a pause on the line before Mrs. Watkins burst into laughter, "Ah, I see! You haven't won her over yet,

"1

"

been top-notch, but with that perpetual undertaker's face, who would fall

this what maternal

spoke, "Hanging

before ending the call, he heard Mrs. Watkins say, "Then don't bother coming home for Thanksgiving. When you've won her over, then you

Cordelia: ".

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had said their Thanksgiving plans

a pang of sympathy for

flew by, and soon

gifts, and was met with warm smiles from Sanderson and Lorna. They appreciated that

Knowing his true

humble and respectfet

their fears to

the holiday, they invited

suddenly asked, "What do

replied leisurely, "They're in public

"Aren't they missing you for not coming home

"They're even busier during

in the background announced a news piece about a high-ranking official and his spouse visiting a local community

have their hands full during the holidays," Sanderson remarked upon seeing

felt a strange familiarity with the female voice, but the news quickly moved

the New Year's Eve gala, Everard entertained Cordelia with snacks while she studied her chemistry notes. "Little one, stop studying for a moment and look at me,"

face is a textbook," Cordelia

is,"

more thorough look but saw nothing amiss. "No, it's

over my face that

Cordelia: ".

"

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