Chapter 677 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Before Grandpa Augustine could get a word in, Cornelia continued, “Grandpa Augustine, after I wrap up this job, I’m heading back to Riverton” Hearing this, Grandpa Augustine got all jittery. “Nelly, are you mad at me?” “No, Grandpa Augustine, I’m not mad at you Abby Zack and I agreed that since we started the studio together, I can’t just keep splitting the profits without having a hand in running the place. You get me, right?” “Yeah, you’re right But Grandpa Augustine wanted to say something Cornelia cut him off before he could finish. She looked at the statue and prayed, “Granny Rebecca, I’ve been doing good, living by your teachings. Hope will be born soon, and when Christmas comes. I’ll bring her to Rosenberg to see you”
• With that, she stood up, “Grandpa Augustine, I’m off to bed. You should call it a night too.” “I’ll walk you to your room.” Grandpa Augustine offered. “No need. I know you want to chat with Granny Rebecca a bit more. Take your time.” Cornelia said. Grandpa Augustine watched Cornelia with concern as he rose with her. Cornelia gave him a reassuring smile, I’m really okay, don’t worry about me.” Feeling helpless, Grandpa Augustine could only watch as Cornelia left. Once Cornelia was gone, Grandpa Augustine turned to the butler, “You think Nelly’s really okay?” The butler replied, “Yes” Not satisfied, Grandpa Augustine grumbled, “Keeping her problems bottled up isn’t okay.” 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 Cornelia’s call. She fell asleep as soon as she got on the train. Cornelia hadn’t slept a wink last night, but she didn’t feel tired at all. She sat silently, staring out the window. The train sped out of the Capital with the city’s 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.