Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia)

Chapter 297

Cordelia glanced over, ready to see the content on Everard's phone when suddenly, a scream echoed from the bedroom: "Ah!"

Her eyes narrowed, and without another look at Everard's phone, Cordelia dashed into Mathilda's bedroom. There, she found Lacy seemingly in the throes of a fit, screaming on the bed and waving her hands, "Get out, get out!"

Mathilda was stunned, and so was Cordelia.

Everard stood there, his eyes squinting slightly, before he took a couple of steps back and left the bedroom.

It wasn't until he had left that Mathilda rushed to Lacy's side, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Though Cordelia didn't speak, as she approached, Lacy grabbed her hand, "Lorna, don't let him in. Dad has a secret; he can't know about it. It's all for you, left all for you..."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying this, she calmed down.

Mathilda couldn't help but curse, "What secret do you have? Really... you're a lunatic. What valuable thing do you have that you won't even show your son-in-law? It's just unreasonable!"

Cordelia found it amusing, but Louie had once said that Grandpa's condition required rest, and they should follow his wishes without contradiction. So, Cordelia nodded, playing along, "Okay, we won't let him touch our stuff."

Only then did Lacy nod vehemently, "Right, he bullies you, he's not a good person, a bad egg!"

Cordelia: ".

For some reason, she felt unexpectedly moved.

Even in his delirium, Grandpa was still constantly looking out for her.

Mathilda also sighed, her eyes red, "This stubborn old man, ever since I mentioned you found a boyfriend from the Fortuna Group and worried he might bully you, he's been so concerned about you."

She laughed, "But since his illness, he doesn't recognize people anymore, yet he always cares about you. You might be the only person he hasn't forgotten."

Mathilda was both laughing and crying, making Lacy stare at her for a long time. Lacy's gaze was confused, as if she couldn't recognize her, then looked at Cordelia, grasping her hand like a child, "Lorna, did I do good?"

Cordelia paused before responding, "Very good."

Lacy then smiled satisfactorily, letting go of her hand, "The money Dad left you, keep it safe, don't show it to anyone."

Cordelia nodded seriously, "Okay, I won't show anyone."

Once Lacy was finally calmed and Mathilda had tucked him into bed, Cordelia stepped out of the room to find Everard sitting on the couch, silently watching TV.

Seeing her come out, Everard raised an eyebrow, asking, "He asleep?"

Cordelia nodded.

Everard then handed her the peeled pumpkin seeds he had prepared.

Looking at the seed kernels, full and peeled in her palm, Cordelia couldn't explain why, but she felt a warm emotion filling her chest.

She glanced at the time, puzzled, "How come my parents aren't back yet?"

People from the old house shouldn't dare to trouble them, right?

At the Delaney Manor.

Sanderson and Lorna were indeed treated with unprecedented respect.

Ever since Everard's identity was revealed, the family dared not mess around anymore. The fact that Sanderson and Lorna could visit made Steward very content.

Even Kermit and Rachel dared not envy them anymore; only Juliana still couldn't get used to the different treatments after the families split, her face darkened.

After exchanging a few polite words, Sanderson joined Steward for a few drinks.

Just before leaving, Steward spoke earnestly, "Old chap, I heard you've started a chemical company. It's a whole different ballpark; are you sure you can handle it?"

Sanderson looked at Steward, seeing genuine concern on his face.

Despite Steward's selfishness, wanting Sanderson to manage the company well, he still hoped Sanderson would thrive.

Sanderson didn't hide it, "Yeah, the initial phase is indeed a bit tough, but it should get better."

Steward wanted to say more but eventually sighed deeply, "You gave up the hardware business to avoid competing with us, didn't you? Old chap, sigh!"

Indeed, Sanderson had given up the hardware industry for that reason.

After all, they were his parents; he

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couldn't leave them without a livelihood. Moreover, being in the same industry would inevitably lead to conflicts, and he wanted to completely separate from the old house's people.

Without saying more, Steward spoke again, "But the pharmaceutical industry is tough. I heard you've

already invested a lot in researchet

Research is such that you only see the input, not the output. You must think it through; it's a point of no return."

Sanderson nodded, "Don't worry, Dad, I have my plans."

Seeing his determination, Steward didn't press further, thinking Everard would lend a hand.

But how could Sanderson possibly ask Everard for help?

After a few more words at home, Sanderson and Lorna said their goodbyes and headed home. On the way, Sanderson received a call while driving. Lorna answered for him, putting it on speaker.

Dagmar said, "Mr. Delaney, the year-end bonuses have been distributed, but the company's liquid assets are running low. Research really drains the finances!"

Sanderson reassured, "Don't worry, without initial input, there's no output. I'll handle the money issue."

Dagmar continued, "We've nearly got all the chemists you wanted, but the D-acetylneuraminic acid you're after is tough to synthesize. So far, no one has managed it, and it might need more time and money."

"Alright, got it."

After hanging up the phone, Lorna asked with a hint of concern, "Running low on funds?"

Science is a bottomless pit when it comes to finances.

Sanderson chuckled, "No worries, we'll manage."

He said so, but deep down, he was far from sure Just a month into the project, and millions were already sunk into it without any visible

any breakthrough, even gett

results, in another fortnight, without

loan from the bank might be a challenge.

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Could the company be facing bankruptcy right after its inception?

Why was this experiment proving to be so elusive?

Lorna, noticing his troubled expression, offered a comforting smile, "Don't stress about our expenses, I've got some savings tucked away." Sanderson quickly changed the subject, "We should head back. Everard and Cordelia are home alone. Let's hope Everard hasn't gotten into any mischief with our daughter in our absence!"

Lorna's expression turned serious, "Right, Lia is still so young."

Upon arriving home, they noticed the living room was deserted.

But from upstairs, in Cordelia's bedroom, there were sounds.

Sanderson's face darkened with worry, and he exchanged a glance with Lorna.

They hurried upstairs and stood by the door, listening in. They could hear a conversation:

Cordelia's voice was cool and composed, "This is my first time, so I might be slow."

Everard's voice was enticing, "Alright, just take it easy..."

"Okay, I'm ready."

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"Alright, kiddo, here I go... just relax..."

The context, laden with tension and misunderstanding, sets the stage for a classic moment of parental panic that could only be resolved by what they find inside Cordelia's room.