Chapter 1355
Before Grandpa Augustine could get a word in, Cornelia continued, âGrandpa Augustine, after I wrap up this job, Iâm heading back to Rivertonâ
Hearing this, Grandpa Augustine got all jittery. âNelly, are you mad at me?â
âNo, Grandpa Augustine, Iâm not mad at you Abby Zack and I agreed that since we started the studio together, I canât just keep splitting the profits without having a hand in running the place. You get me, right?â
âYeah, youâre right But Grandpa Augustine wanted to say something
Cornelia cut him off before he could finish. She looked at the statue and prayed, âGranny Rebecca, Iâve been doing good, living by your teachings. Hope will be born soon, and when Christmas comes. Iâll bring her to Rosenberg to see youâ
With that, she stood up, âGrandpa Augustine, Iâm off to bed. You should call it a night too.â
âIâll walk you to your room.â Grandpa Augustine offered.
âNo need. I know you want to chat with Granny Rebecca a bit more. Take your time.â Cornelia said.
Grandpa Augustine watched Cornelia with concern as he rose with her.
Cornelia gave him a reassuring smile, Iâm really okay, donât worry about me.â
Feeling helpless, Grandpa Augustine could only watch as Cornelia left. Once Cornelia was gone, Grandpa Augustine turned to the butler, âYou think Nellyâs really okay?â
The butler replied, âYesâ
Not satisfied, Grandpa Augustine grumbled, âKeeping her problems bottled up isnât okay.â
The next day.
Cornelia got up early and headed for the train station.
After getting in touch with Hannah, they caught the train to Harbor City two hours ahead of time.
Hannah had just flown into the Capital last night and had only slept for two hours when she was woken up by Corneliaâs call. She fell asleep as soon as she got on the train.
Cornelia hadnât slept a wink last night, but she didnât feel tired at all. She sat silently, staring out the window. The train sped out of the Capital with the cityâs tall buildings flashing by.
Despite having lived in the city for half a year, Cornelia still felt like a stranger to it. She spent her days at home writing scripts and painting. When she was tired, sheâd take a walk in the yard. She never went out shopping.
Now that she was leaving the city, she didnât feel sad. She was born in Rosenberg, with the house she and Granny Rebecca used to live in. But without Granny Rebecca, she couldnât go back.
As for Riverton, where she went to college and bought a house when she got married, it was a place where she thought she could settle down. Now, it didnât seem like home to her.
Home? What was home, exactly?
Once, a man told her that heâd lived many places, but only where she was felt like home. That man, however, had coldly pushed her out of his life, excluding her completely.
Cornelia knew there were great differences between her and Marcus, and a huge gap in their statuses. He could find out everything about her with just a little effort. But if he didnât want to tell her anything about himself, she wouldnât be able to find out.
This information imbalance was all due to the difference in status and power between them. Like last night, she knew that everyone was lying to her, and that he was in that villa. But as long as he didnât want to see her, even though they were so close, she couldnât see him.