“It’s not entirely my fault, you see. My husband is in the hospital, and my son was sent to some godforsaken place by you people. How am I supposed to live? I need some money to get by, and the only one I can rely on now is Callie!”
She began her sob story.
Nelson tossed his car keys into the car, seemingly unhurried. “You say you’ve raised Callie for over ten years. Tell me, how did you raise her?”
Yamilet was stumped, stammering for a long time without an answer.
“She insisted on going to some summer camp when she was in high school. My husband took on an extra job to pay for it. For college, he used up the savings he’d accumulated over more than ten years to pay her tuition. Otherwise, how could she be where she is today?” Her eyes darted around. “What’s the use of a girl studying so much? In the end, she has to get married, and there’s no dowry!”
Nelson listened, his remaining bit of emotion fading away.
“And after she went to college?”
Yamilet lost her confidence, her voice much quieter. “In college, she worked part-time jobs and rarely came home. When she did come back occasionally, she gave her father money, a thousand or two. He hid it well and never gave any to us.”
Balancing work and study in college while saving money is no easy feat.
Callie’s frugality was beyond imagination; no wonder she was always so thrifty.
“Mr. Oconnor…”
Nelson snapped back to reality, glancing coldly at the woman. “You have a good daughter; she doesn’t have a good mother.”
Yamilet clung to the car door like a beggar. “Then what about me…”
“Ten thousand dollars will be transferred to your account tonight. If I see you near Callie again after this, you’ll bear the consequences. For your son’s sake, don’t cause any more trouble. When I take action, I don’t hold back.”
Nelson threw this statement out and slammed the car door shut. Yamilet was thrown back and fell to the ground, clearly dissatisfied but too afraid to say more. This man was not simple; he seemed truly capable of killing.
An elevator led down to the parking lot, and someone stepped out, startled. “Cora, what are you doing here?”
Cora emerged from the corner, her face very pale. “Nothing.”
She got into her car and slumped over the steering wheel, her head throbbing. Hearing Nelson admit to marrying Callie was hard to take.
How could it be? His tone and attitude just now clearly showed he cared about that woman!
Cora had always thought her rivals would be those aristocratic ladies, dazzling celebrities in the entertainment industry, or perhaps smart and sexy career women. She never imagined that the one who ended up marrying Nelson would be an ordinary woman with nothing!
She had seen Callie’s file: not only did she have nothing, but her work ability was unremarkable, her appearance plain, and she came from an unsavory family. Her mother and brother were both troublemakers. Nelson was an excellent man with a promising future; how could he fall for someone like her?
Cora gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes bloodshot. She couldn’t accept losing like this.
In the rearview mirror, her disheveled figure grew smaller and smaller.
Yamilet’s words lingered in Nelson’s mind as he pressed the gas pedal, feeling a surge of irritation.
At Paucaster Villa Complex, he and Callie arrived almost simultaneously.
After a beauty treatment, her face looked better. She saw Nelson’s Porsche and was surprised, quickly walking over to knock on the window. “Why are you home so early today?”