The traffic police stood stunned, staring at the man’s cold yet noble back. Something flashed in his mind, perfectly matching a memory of someone he knew, and he tried to piece it together again, only to get the same result.
Astonishment-
Nelson, the executive of Oconnor Group, had left a lasting impression.
The man’s legs went weak, and all his arrogance vanished as if he wanted to sit directly on the muddy ground, overwhelmed by immense fear.
He had just received a call from his father’s assistant, who scolded him harshly for his actions, saying, “Your grandfather is so angry he fell ill! The house is in complete chaos! You rascal!”
Meanwhile, things were not calm online either.
The dashcam footage had somehow been uploaded to the internet, cutting out Callie and Nelson’s conversation but leaving the man’s arrogant words intact, sparking outrage among countless netizens.
Is this how power should be used?
If the son is like this, what kind of person is the father?
Shouldn’t the relevant authorities investigate thoroughly?
…
Yes, they should investigate. Public opinion was in an uproar, and not investigating would lead to more repercussions.
At this moment, suppressed news stories were being released as if coordinated, clearly pushed by someone with an agenda. This level of intensity was undoubtedly aimed at bringing down the Lee family in disgrace.
The backlash was growing deeper and more widespread, terrifying like a nightmare.
Nelson, being a businessman, could not interfere in political matters.
But if he wanted to bring down a high-ranking official and had a scandal at hand, it would be too easy. Not using such readily available evidence would be a waste.
The despair of that man’s family was something Callie was temporarily unaware of.
In the warm car-
“What happened to your hair?”
The man’s hand lifted a strand of her smooth, beautiful hair, noticing a particularly obvious break.
A surge of anger rose within him. “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”
The impact should have been more severe.
Callie reached up to touch her hair, blinking as she tried to avoid the topic. “I wasn’t thinking about that at the time.”
The man snorted coldly, his anger not fully dissipated. In front of others, he naturally stood by her side. Now that they were alone, his temper flared.
“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t have your driver’s license earlier?”
If he had known she didn’t have a license, he would never have let her drive alone.
Callie looked down at her hair, unwilling to be scolded. “How was I supposed to tell you?”
Her words left him speechless.
Honestly, they had been arguing last night and were silent this morning… there really wasn’t a good time to mention it.
The man stopped talking and drove steadily back to South Bridge.
The previously united front disappeared, and awkwardness crept in inch by inch.
As they were about to get out of the car, he pulled the handbrake and broke the silence with an unquestionable tone. “You’ll learn to drive again another day.”
It was clear she could drive, but her skills were far from commendable.
Until he saw her master driving again, she wouldn’t be allowed back on the road.
Callie glared at him.
“Glaring at me won’t help.”
Grandfather had received advance notice and was startled to see Callie return in such a disheveled state. He quickly approached her. “What happened to you?”
Feeling embarrassed for always appearing reckless in front of her elders, she weakly defended herself. “It’s nothing serious; I’m not hurt.” She glanced at Grandfather with some fear.
Fortunately, he didn’t scold her but handed her a cup of hot water. “Drink this first. I’ll have someone prepare a hot bath for you. Drink up and then take a bath.”