Chapter 5
Cordelia mulled over the dayâs bizarre events as she walked home, her pale fingers brushing against her chest, where her heart beat with a sense of foreboding. Her usually stoic eyes betrayed a hint of confusion. At school that afternoon, she had fell perfectly normal, but the pain from the morning loomed in her memory, stark and startling.
Love or die. âWhat could cause such a thing?
Even after returning home, she couldnât unravel the mystery Lost in thought, she was about to head upstairs
when Julianaâs voice, filled with surprise, echoed behind her. âEdwin, Belinda!â
Cordelia paused midâstep, only then noticing the quests in the house.
Ainda on the living room sofa, her smile warm and welcoming. However, Lorna was the picture of
istress beside her, eyes red rimmed from crying.
Across from them were a man and woman, both middleâaged. The woman glanced at Juliana with a smile that didnât reach her eyes, then turned a critical gaze on Cordelia, lips curling as she said in a flippant . âSo this is Lia? Pretty enough, I supposeâ¦â
Before Cordelia could respond, Laurinda huffed, âYes, she grew up in an orphanage, has no manners to speak of, and doesnât even know how to greet you properly. Dull as a doorknob. Not like our Juliana here, whoâs been bright sensible since she was a child, diligent and studious.â
Cordelia promptly shut her mouth.
Juliana beamed smile, trotting over to sit Laurinda and cooing, âEdwin, Belinda, what brings you here?â
The couple awkward glances, remaining silent.
Unfazed, Laurinda declared, âTheyâre here to discuss marriage arrangement! Youâll soon be turning eighteen, and after your birthday, youâll get engaged to the Foster boyâ¦â
âLaurinda!â Lorna interrupted sharply, âThe marriage arrangement was for Lia. You canât just change that!â Laurindaâs gaze turned stern. âThe Foster family and we have been close for years. The engagement was supposed to strengthen our bond. If you insist on Cordelia marrying into their family, youâd be doing them a disservice, Itâs not a union but a feud!
stood up, and her tinged with hurt. âHow is Lia marrying into their family a feud?â She couldnât bear the thought of her hardâfound daughter being so rejected.
Laurinda continued unapologetically, âLetâs be clear. Hanley is topânotch, a leader in every aspect since childhood. His future is bright. And Cordelia? What does she have to offer? Can she engage in intellectual discussions with Hanley? Can she dance at balls? Play the piano? Sheâs clueless! Them together would be a laughingstock. But our Juliana is perfect choice for Hanley, the epitome of a golden couple.â
Speechless, Lorna tried to retort, but Laurinda didnât give her any chance, instead turning to Cordelia, âWhat do you think, Cordelia?â
All eyes landed on her.
Cordelia furrowed her brows, already weary of the household dynamics after just a day, the biased grandmother, her wellâmeaning but weak mother, the malicious cousin, and the Foster elders who looked down on her. And she had noticed Hanley at school, nowhere near the perfect guy they made him out to be. Compared to the from the store, he fell short.
A flicker of annoyance crossed her expressive eyes as she said coldly. âLetâs just leave it at that.â
With that she turned, leaving a roomful of bewildered faces behind, her indifference suggesting she wasnât interested in Hanley. Belinda frowned, feeling a slight sting of displeasure.
After a moment, Laurinda laughed. âSince Cordelia knows her place, itâs settled! Letâs discuss the engagement
details.â
As the atmosphere relaxed, Juliana excused herself. Tl go check on Cordelia. She seemed off today and handed in her test paper after just half an hour. Maybe she needs help.â
Hurrying upstairs, she didnât miss the chance to run down Cordelia,
Loma clenched her jaw, catching Belindaâs scornful glance, and hurriedly explained, âLia hasnât had the chance to learn high school material at the orphanage. Normally, she didnât know. Iâve been considering a tutor.â
Laurinda scoffed, cutting her off. âWhat good would a tutor do? Itâs a waste of money. Weâd better buy Juliana a new dress. The Delaney kids are all sharp. That girlâs a fool and likely got your familyâs genes. Might end up mad like your father!â
Lornaâs face flushed with shame. She clenched her fingers, and anger across her eyes.
She was from the Wilson family. Her father was a college professor but suddenly suffered from mental disease a few years ago. Since then, Laurinda, who didnât like her from the âgo, hadnât wasted any chance to disdain
her.
And Laurinda had even cursed her daughter, Cordelia.
Lorna stood up abruptly. âLaurinda, you can insult me as you like, but you canât talk about Lia like that!â
Snap!
Though aged, Laurinda was still quick and forceful. She slapped Lorna hard in the face and cut her off fiercely. âHow dare you sass me in front of the guests? Weâre discussing Julianaâs engagement now. Itâs none of your business. Get lost! Donât embarrass yourself here!â
Feeling a sharp pain in the cheek, Lorna stared at Laurinda unbelievably.
Clutching her cheek where Laurindaâs slap had landed, Lorna ran upstairs, leaving the affairs of the Delaney family behind her, along with the engagement.
Though not as exquisitely decorated as the one Lorna had put together, Cordeliaâs room was spacious and flooded with natural light.
She tossed her backpack carelessly onto the desk and flopped onto the bed, resting her hands behind her head. as she gazed at the lilac sheers dancing in the breeze.
Maybe it was her upbringing in the orphanage that had tempered her ambitions. But she did crave knowledge, a thirst so intense that it bordered on obsession. The trouble was the material she had access to was always. too elementary. The profound stuff was in the halls of higher education.
So, she had set her sights on getting into the most prestigious university. But that was still a year away.
Lost in thought, the commotion from downstairs snapped her back to reality.
Remembering Lorna was still down there, Cordelia rose and opened her door just in time to encounter Lorna she was coming up the stairs.
Lorna halted, instinctively turning her face away, not wanting her daughter to see her like this. But as she passed by Cordelia, Cordelia caught her wrist in a firm grip. Cordeliaâs eyes were piercing, her voice cold and steady. âWhat happened to your face?â