In the evening, Nelson reserved a spot at a seaside restaurant.
Outside, the waves crashed against the shore, and the starlight sprinkled over the sea, creating a particularly poetic atmosphere.
Callie hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up. “I found out something, and I’m not sure if I should tell you.”
She had already figured it out. Nelson was well aware of her actions, so he would naturally guess what she had heard and done this time. Instead of being exposed by him, it was better to admit it herself and gain some goodwill.
Nelson took a bite of his tender steak, his attitude not very serious. “What is it?”
Callie looked at his expression and spoke each word carefully. “Dale told me that your mother… doesn’t only have you as a son.”
His expression remained unchanged as he calmly admitted, “He lives abroad, five years younger than me.”
Still just a young boy, probably without much experience or ability. No wonder Lucia was paving the way for him like this.
“Have you met him?”
“When he was eighteen, I went on a business trip to Italy and met him by chance.” He spoke calmly, as if discussing what he had for breakfast.
Callie couldn’t imagine how he felt at that time. “Did you find it hard to accept back then?”
“Not really. I had already suspected it. Meeting him was just her way of notifying me.” It was clear who he meant by “her.”
“What kind of boy is he?”
“Sunny and cheerful, very youthful, called me ‘brother’ with a smile.”
With just a few words, Callie could picture a rough outline. Her heart tightened; it seemed so unfair to Nelson. The chandelier’s light fell on the cold and elegant man in front of her, and Callie couldn’t help but feel more empathy for him.
She shrugged nonchalantly. “He’s still just a kid, can’t compare to you. Don’t take it to heart.”
Nelson put down his knife and fork, chuckling at her. “You’re terrible at comforting people.”
Callie stuck out her tongue. She was never good at comforting others. If she had to say something, it was usually: Don’t cry, don’t be sad, it’ll get better…
Truly weak words.
She straightened up defiantly. “Anyway, I’m on your side. If there’s anything you need help with, Mr. Oconnor, just let me know.”
The woman was playful, and Nelson’s smile deepened. “Just don’t run away when things get tough.”
“What are you talking about? I won’t.” Callie felt that her trip to Ylosea this time had already shown enough sincerity.
After dinner, they prepared to return to Paucaster Villa Complex. Kieran hadn’t left yet.
Callie looked puzzled and checked the time. “Do you still have something to do?”
Kieran leaned against the car, looking impatient. “You didn’t tell me to leave.”
She was at a loss for words and exchanged a glance with Nelson beside her. “This is the assistant you arranged for me? Anyone would think he’s the boss.”
Nelson’s thoughts were unclear as he smiled faintly. “Let’s go back. From now on, as long as she’s with me, there’s no need for you to follow.”
Kieran responded with an “oh” and then gave Nelson a meaningful look before turning away. “You could have said that earlier; it’s expensive to get a cab at this hour.”
“He is very rebellious; it’s rare for him to listen to you,” Callie couldn’t help but shake her head.
Back at Paucaster Villa Complex, she first went to check on Reuben. The servant who had been watching over him saw her and quickly reported excitedly.
“Madam, you’re finally back! In the past two days, we’ve noticed several times that your father has shown physical reactions!”
“Really?” Callie covered her mouth in surprise.