Regan sat still with a cold expression on her face.
“He’s gone.”
Callie remembered Regan’s father, a refined man. “Just like that, he’s gone?”
Regan laughed coldly. “What else? He’s always been an irresponsible man. He abandoned his wife and daughter back then, so why not abandon them again now?”
Family secrets, when spoken at this moment, seemed particularly cold.
“And your grandfather? I remember he…”
“Had a stroke, hospitalized, life hanging by a thread.” Regan’s tone was still indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Callie was slightly shocked. She hadn’t expected Regan to go through such a big ordeal. “Why did you go bankrupt?”
Regan had no patience to continue answering. She stood up, supporting herself on the ground. “Why are you here?”
“What do you think?” Callie’s tone was equally impatient. She had no intention of forgiving her because of her misfortunes.
Regan stared blankly at Callie, then sneered. “I don’t have time for riddles. Speak plainly.”
Callie scrutinized her directly and frankly, without the slightest hint of guilt.
“What do you want, Callie? Are you here to laugh at me?” Regan was on the verge of breaking down.
Taking a deep breath, Callie began to realize something might be off. “You’ve been absent from work for so many days. Is it wrong for me as your supervisor to check on you?”
Hearing this, Regan looked away. “Absent for so long, Nelson must be furious.”
Not only was he not angry, but he also lashed out at me for your sake. Callie thought silently but said aloud, “He’s not angry; I am.”
“You…”
“Let’s have a meal together.”
Regan stood there stubbornly.
“Even if you’re bankrupt, you still need to eat.” Callie glanced around. “Do you have anything valuable at home that needs guarding?”
Regan’s face turned red and then white.
In the end, she followed Callie. They found a restaurant nearby. It had to be said, in such an expensive area, the prices were very high. Her heart bled as she ordered.
“I’m not hungry,” Regan said ungraciously.
“I’m hungry.” Callie speared a piece of toast. “Tell me, when did it happen?”
“Two days after attending Scott Group’s tenth anniversary.”
Callie narrowed her eyes. “Was it due to poor management?”
“Yes.” Regan took a deep breath. “He saw a project and invested all the family’s money into it.”
Who “he” referred to was self-evident.
She probably hadn’t expected to go from a wealthy heiress to an ordinary worker overnight.
At this moment, Callie suddenly understood why Nelson insisted on taking the recorder. It was to ensure Regan had a way out. Did he know about this all along?
Callie cut her steak and asked, “Besides this, is there anything else you want to tell me?”
Hearing this, Regan finally looked at her seriously. “Callie, what nonsense are you talking about? Do I have anything else to explain to you? Are you happy seeing me like this?”
“Oh right, congratulations on winning the Gold Award. Did you come specifically for this congratulation? Isn’t that too narrow-minded?”
The more barbed her words were, the more Callie was convinced that she wasn’t the one who had stolen her drawings.
But if it wasn’t her, why did Nelson go to such lengths to protect her?