When the bathroom door opened again, Callie had already fallen asleep.
She was curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching the edge of the blanket tightly, sleeping without a sense of security.
Nelson sighed helplessly and instinctively moved her to the center of the bed, then covered her with the blanket.
A good night’s sleep.
Callie didn’t know how to face sleeping in the same bed with Nelson again, but she fell asleep without realizing it. When she woke up, she found that he was no longer there. Only the indentation on the bed and the lingering warmth told her he had slept there.
She checked the time; it was already ten o’clock.
After washing up, Callie went downstairs. Bianca was busy in the kitchen. “Sorry, Bianca, I got up late.”
Bianca smiled, “You’re a patient; you should sleep more.”
Today, she had made medicinal cuisine, with both meat and herbs, but it wasn’t bitter at all. Her cooking skills were excellent, and Callie drank happily. “Next time, make more. I want to take some to the hospital for my dad to try.”
“Of course, can your father drink it?”
“We can put the soup into a syringe and use a feeding tube.”
“That’s really tough.” Bianca looked at Callie with a pained expression and sighed. “It’s okay. With Nelson protecting you in the future, everything will be fine. Is he coming back for dinner tonight?”
Callie choked on her soup. “He… will he come back?”
“He should come back.”
“What do you mean ‘should’?” Bianca was dissatisfied. “Doesn’t he tell you if he’s coming home or not?”
“No, it’s not that. He’s just busy. Sometimes there are unexpected situations.”
Bianca nodded somewhat understandingly. “Nelson has no choice; don’t blame him.”
How could she dare?
For several days, Nelson seemed very busy, leaving early and coming back late, sometimes staying at the company.
Callie stayed at home by herself. Besides talking to Nancy and Bianca, she played single-player games, feeling bored to death.
One day, with nothing to do, she opened her chat with Nelson and typed slowly: What are you doing, Mr. Oconnor?
The message went unanswered for a long time. It was evening when she saw his reply after her nap: Just finished a meeting. What’s up?
Callie rubbed her eyes and replied: Bored, I’m so bored. Any news about my situation?
This time, his reply was quick: Almost there. The person didn’t intend to kill you; they just didn’t want you to attend the meeting. Think about it, who in the design department would most not want you to pass the drawings?
The message was loaded with information. She frowned and quickly had an answer: Skye.
Nelson said: I’ll pick you up tonight.
But Callie couldn’t understand why Skye, already the director of the design department, would go to such lengths. A slight mistake could cost a life!
She anxiously waited until dark. Nelson’s car stopped at the entrance of Paucaster Villa Complex. She quickly got in and said, “Nelson…”
Her urgent words stopped abruptly when she noticed another person in the car. Cora sat stiffly beside her. “Miss Marsh.”
Nelson remained calm and motioned for her to sit down.
Cora immediately handed over some documents and explained under Nelson’s gaze: “We found that Skye recently had a call from out of town. The phone card has been discarded, but we traced the IP location and found it matched that of the thug. This shouldn’t be a coincidence.”
Callie looked through the printed call records.
Cora added, “Of course, we can’t be completely sure it’s her yet; it might just be a coincidence.”