Nelson had already gotten up to find a hot compress.
Callie rubbed her eyes, turned over to find her phone, and wanted to call Tobias. Could something really have happened?
Nelson came over, sat down, and patted her head. “Get up, let me take a look.”
Callie had no choice but to let him fuss over her. For some reason, she no longer felt afraid.
The weather was beautiful today. She didn’t even change her clothes, just sat in the courtyard with her hair down, basking in the warm sunlight that flooded the white walls.
Nelson’s black coat was casually thrown on a chair. She picked it up and covered herself for warmth.
During her school days in autumn and winter, she loved wearing male classmates’ jackets; they always felt warmer than her own clothes.
After a while, Nelson urged her to get ready. He personally took her to thank Regan.
It was one thing for her to go alone, another for him to accompany her.
To Callie’s surprise, Regan had been discharged from the hospital. Her home was not far away, smaller in scale but exuding an antique charm.
By mid-morning, Regan was still asleep.
Amir Padilla handed over a doctor’s note explaining that Regan had hit her head and needed rest.
Callie felt deeply apologetic. “Uncle, I’m sorry about Regan. If it weren’t for me, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Nelson placed his hand on her back. “It’s not your fault.”
Amir’s eyes darted between the two young people before he sternly agreed. “Exactly, it’s not your fault. Regan will be fine; the doctor said rest is all she needs. The one at fault is that beast!”
He then frowned. “You weren’t hurt, were you?”
She shook her head.
“Don’t worry, Nelson will make sure justice is served. Now that you’re part of the Oconnor family, anyone who messes with you won’t last in Ylosea!”
The meaning behind his words was unclear.
A flash of violence crossed Nelson’s eyes as he said softly, “Go see Regan. I’ll talk with Uncle.”
Not far away was an octagonal pavilion. Nelson watched Callie’s figure disappear from view before politely smiling at the elder in front of him. “Please.”
Soon, a servant brought tea and snacks to the pavilion. Amir took a sip of tea and said, “Nelson, I was quite surprised you caused such a scene at the annual meeting.”
The man remained expressionless, hands clasped in front of him, eyes fixed on Regan’s room.
“After all, she’s my wife.”
Nelson calmly made a promise. “Regan saved my wife. This favor can be repaid anytime.”
Meanwhile, Callie sat in Regan’s room, waiting for her to wake up.
Alone with her thoughts, her eyes clouded over.
Regan probably wasn’t asleep; she was just avoiding Callie. Callie said, “Stop pretending. Aren’t you tired?”
No response came; you can never wake someone pretending to sleep.
“Regan, I have a question. Do you know what kind of person Nelson’s mother was?” Callie had been pondering this for days. She wanted to ask Jaquan but decided against causing trouble.
Regan, being a lady from a noble family-even if illegitimate-should know something.
Sure enough, Regan sprang up at the question, eyes wide. “Why are you asking this? Who’s been gossiping?”
Callie studied her expression and guessed, “Was she mentally ill?”
Regan squinted her eyes, even more puzzled. “Did Nelson tell you that?”