Chapter 9
Cordelia slipped off her sneakers and was about to head back to her room when Lorna, dressed in a flowing lavender dress that hinted at her bohemian spirit, emerged from the kitchen.
Catching sight of her, Lorna offered a tender smile and beckoned her over.
By the time Cordelia reached the dining area, Lorna handed her a delicate little bowl, her voice a soft whisper, âLia, feeling peckish? Iâve just whipped up some hearty and nutritious soup for you. Have a little taste.â
Touched by Lornaâs kindness, Cordelia softened her eyes and took a sip. The soup was a tad bland for her taste, but the creamy taste made it a comforting treat.
Just as she was about to finish it, a scolding voice echoed from the staircase, âAll you do is to eat! Did you not see Juliana in tears?â
Startled, Lorna tensed up, then quickly tried to appease, âMom, sheâs just a kid. Itâs normal to be a little upset. Iâll go up and talk to Julianaâ¦
Lorna skirted past Cordelia, intending to ascend the stairs, but Laurinda halted her progress, her droopy eyes scanning Cordelia with disdain. Spotting the bowl in her hands, her eyes bulged with fury, âWho said she could have soup? That was made for Juliana!â
Lorna hurriedly explained, âMom, I know. Julianaâs portion is still in the warmer. I made two servings today. Iâll give Juliana hers in a momentâ¦â
It was a daily treat for Juliana, a habit ingrained in her routine.
Lorna believed that as daughters of the Delaney family, it was only fair for Cordelia to have her share each day too. But she hadnât anticipated such a vehement reaction from Laurinda, âJuliana needs her soup because sheâs exhausted from studying so hard. She needs to replenish, Cordelia might as well be stuffed with straw for all the good itâll do. Donât you dare make her another serving!â
Lorna stood there, dumbstruck.
For the Delaney family, soup was a trivial expense. Sometimes when they had extra, theyâd even share it with the housekeepers.
She couldnât fathom why Laurinda would be so cruel to Cordelia.
Cordelia glanced at the soup in her hand. She was never one to crave such luxuries, having learned to be content with simple meals at the orphanage.
She placed the bowl on the dining table and prepared to head upstairs.
Then, Laurinda blocked her path, âAnd are you the reason Julianaâs been crying â
Lorna waved her hands dismissively. âOf course not, Liaâ¦â
Before she could finish, a grunt interrupted her. Both she and Laurinda turned their attention to Cordelia.
seems to be.â Cordelia, her eyes perpetually veiled in mist, looked at Laurinda and admitted, âIt Laurinda soured her expression, âI knew it was you! You loon, what did you do to Juliana? Why she crying?â Cordelia paused for a moment before replying, âMaybe itâs because my grades are better than hers?â
âWhat?â
Laurinda was taken aback, doubting her ears. Is Cordeliaâs grades better than Julianaâs? Impossible!
Cordelia casually tugged her backpack from behind and handed Laurinda the report card nestled inside.
Laurinda instinctively scanned the grades.
Math: A+
Science. A+
Literature: B+
Laurinda, who often boasted about Julianaâs grades, was well aware of what these scores represented. She couldnât believe she had dismissed as dull and foolish was anything but.
Cordelia hooked the leg of a dining with her toe. In a cool and swift motion, she pulled it in front of her and gently pushed Lorna to sit down before turning her expressionless gaze to Laurinda, âYour turn to apologize
Apologizeâ¦Laurinda suddenly remembered words from the day before. âNo need. If my grades are better than Julianaâs, an apology to my mom will suffice.â
Laurinda reddened her face, her body trembling slightly
Apologize to Lorna she looked down upon in front of the housekeepers? No less? Impossible!
Laurinda knitted her eyebrows together and suddenly clutched her chest, âOh, my heartâ¦
Quick to react, stepped forward, â
, is it your angina acting up again? Let me help you upstairs to
rest.
âYesâ¦â Laurinda, supported by Sandra, beat a retreat from the dining room.
Cordelia was at a loss for words.
Later that evening, at , Laurinda and Juliana finally came downstairs. Steward, the family patriarch, had wrapped up a major acquisition and was returning home for a rare family meal, so the table was set with extra
care
Cordelia sat beside Lorna, laying eyes on the grandfather she knew only by name.
Steward was a traditionalist, his authority still resonant in his booming voice, even at seventy. He surveyed. Cordelia briefly before nodding ambiguously, âGood to have you back.â
He then scanned the rest of the family. Upon noticing Julianaâs redârimmed eyes, he remained silent but turned. to Laurinda with a pointed question, âEverything alright at home these past few days?â
âEverythingâs fine,â Laurinda replied.
âAre you sure?â
Laurinda faltered, confused.
Steward continued, his gaze fixed on her, âDid you forget to apologize to Lorna?â
The question made Laurinda stiffen as if she was about to flip the table.
How could Steward know about this?
Her fists clenched as she felt a wave of humiliation she had never experienced before. Not daring to defy
you. Itâs Steward, she turned begrudgingly to Lorna, âAbout what happened the other day⦠I shouldnât have hit. my fault.â
Lorna, sensing the bitterness in Laurindaâs eyes, felt a jolt of alarm. She knew she had angered Laurinda this
time
But Lorna couldnât back down. She had always been tolerant in the past, not wanting to put her husband, Sanderson, in a difficult position. But now, with Cordelia by her side, she had to stand her ground.
The next morning, as Cordelia âwas just waking up, a cheerful knock came at her door. Lornaâs voice sang through, âLia, your grandma Mathilda is here!â
Descending the stairs, Cordelia caught sight of an elderly lady with silverâstreaked hair sitting demurely on the living room sofa. She was dressed in a vintage cardigan that exuded a classic charm, a gentle smile gracing her features, which radiated kindness.
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Laurinda was perched opposite, her eyelids drooping in a disdainful expression, as if she held a low opinion of
those around her,
Upon noticing Cordelia, Mathilda rose to her feet with an excitement belled by her age. Her hands, aged yet warm, clasped Cordeliaâs with a firm grip. Her eyes rimmed red she spoke, âMy dear child, weâve finally found you!â
Lorna introduced the elderly woman, âMathilda doesnât live here in Greenmeadow. We were planning to take you to visit her over the weekend, but she couldnât and came over as as she !â
After that, Cordelia turned to Mathilda and dutifully greeted, âGrandma
âAh, my dear!â
As they conversed, Laurinda suddenly spoke up. âLorna, the maid doesnât know your motherâs tastes. Why donât you go make her a cup of coffee yourself?â
Surprised and flattered by the request, Lorna nodded eagerly, âOf course.â
As she made her way to the coffee cabinet, Laurinda shot a glance at Sandra, who nodded back subtly.
Only when Cordelia slowly sensed that something amiss did Lornaâs cry of alarm ring out!
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