Cora agreed, “Yes, all the workers present signed confidentiality agreements, and the hospital is extremely strict. How could the media find out?”
Nelson strode out of the study. It was raining outside, with raindrops pattering on the eaves. His presence alone commanded respect. “Investigate the staff around us.”
“I already did when you didn’t answer the phone. Everything checked out, Mr. Oconnor… If I may ask, did you tell anyone about this?” Cora asked cautiously.
Nelson glanced at Callie’s closed door. There was no sound from inside, only the rain’s steady rhythm.
“She wouldn’t leak it.”
Cora’s tone grew more serious over the phone, “This is a significant issue. Many reporters are blocking the entrance of Oconnor Group. If we can’t trace the source, public relations will be difficult to manage.”
Nelson closed his eyes briefly before hanging up. “Hold on.”
When he opened the door, Callie was sitting by the window, lost in thought as she watched the drizzling rain. She wore only a nightgown despite the cold, looking lonely and fragile.
She didn’t turn at the sound of the door, as if she had lost her spirit.
“You don’t need to go to Oconnor Group today. Stay here and rest,” Nelson said, his hand on the doorknob, his expression unreadable.
Callie didn’t respond until he turned to leave. “I want to see Regan.”
Regardless of their complicated relationship, she owed him her life and felt obliged to thank her.
Nelson didn’t look back. “I’ll have someone send you the hospital information.”
Silence fell.
After taking a few steps, he stopped again. “The night of the accident at the construction site, you were with Jaquan. Did you mention this to him?”
Callie finally reacted, looking bewildered. “… Never.”
Satisfied with her answer, Nelson asked no more and left the villa. Soon, the sound of a car engine echoed from outside.
It was a while before Callie snapped out of her daze. After freshening up, she checked her phone and saw Regan’s location-at the same hospital where her father was admitted.
She took a cab and bought some fruit before entering the hospital. The fruit shop’s TV was airing current news; many reporters surrounded Nelson, who remained calm amidst the chaos.
“Mr. Oconnor, a life was lost shortly after the Splendor Estate project began. Is Oconnor Group failing in its oversight?”
“Mr. Oconnor, can you explain the cause of the accident?”
Facing the cameras, Nelson’s gaze was firm and composed. “We are cooperating with the police to investigate the cause of the accident. The families have been taken care of, and there are currently no negative reports on Oconnor Group’s projects. Once we have results, we will disclose the truth.”
“Please remain calm.”
With that, Nelson turned away as bodyguards blocked the reporters.
“Miss, why are you standing there? Take your fruit.” The shop owner handed her the bag.
Callie snapped back to reality.
Regan had caught a cold and was still under observation in a VIP room, living lavishly with games and steak.
Tobias pulled Callie aside. “You know someone like her?”
Callie was puzzled. “Is she… difficult?”
Tobias nodded. “The nurses said she drove away all her visitors and threw their gifts out the window, injuring a passerby. She casually compensated them with twenty thousand dollars.”