He was very easygoing, “As long as it’s edible.”
Mikayla understood the cue and immediately called the others to leave the ward. Soon, the door closed, leaving only Callie and Jaquan staring at each other.
His internal organs were injured, and he couldn’t eat on his own. He tilted his head slightly, “I haven’t eaten yet. Will you feed me?”
Callie gritted her teeth, “I’m not your servant.” She was about to press the call button.
“Hey, hey!” Jaquan winced in pain and quickly stopped her, “Alright, I’ll eat by myself, okay?” He glanced at her expression, “You’ve been here for two days, and now that I’m awake, you turn hostile. Callie, are you shy?”
Callie twitched her mouth, “Jaquan, I’ve been here for two days because your secretary forced me to stay. If I wasn’t afraid of getting implicated if you died, I wouldn’t have come.”
Jaquan wasn’t angry at her attempt to distance herself but smiled instead, “He forced you?”
“…Of course.”
“How did he force you?”
Callie hesitated. To be honest, he didn’t really take any measures, “He… he morally coerced me. I had no choice but to come.”
“Oh.” Jaquan dragged out the word, looking half-understanding, “If you had no morals, who could coerce you? So it was still voluntary on your part.”
She thought back to that night at the Ellison Group hotel and didn’t know how to explain it. Feeling guilty? She couldn’t say that. She could only wave her hand, “If Mr. Scott died an unnatural death, what would happen if the police investigated and found me involved?”
Before he could retort, Callie directly asked, “Logically speaking, you’re a good driver. Why did you drive into the river? Did you see something?”
At this question, Jaquan’s smile gradually faded, but his tone remained indifferent, “It’s nothing serious. I’m alive, aren’t I?”
“You say it so lightly. Yes, you’re alive. Do you know how you survived? A dagger was stuck in your abdomen, causing massive bleeding. You almost died!” Callie was a bit angry and dissatisfied with his cavalier attitude towards life.
“Massive bleeding…” Jaquan still seemed nonchalant, “I heard someone donated blood for me. Who was it?”
Callie glared at him with wide eyes.
Jaquan was deliberately teasing her, asking questions he already knew the answers to.
“Was it you?” Jaquan grinned, his smile blooming like a flower.
“Jaquan!” Callie was furious and grabbed a cushion from the sofa to throw at him.
At that moment, Mikayla walked in and quickly intervened, “Miss Marsh, you can’t throw things!”
Callie was seething with anger and sat down silently in frustration.
Jaquan’s eyes remained on her as he spoke to Mikayla, “Speak.”
“The doctor said you’ve passed the critical period. As long as you rest well, you’ll recover. The outside world has also gradually learned about this and is heading to the hospital.”
“Don’t see them,” Jaquan said decisively.
Mikayla hesitated and glanced at Callie with some difficulty, “None of them?”
This question had a deeper meaning that brought Jaquan back to his senses, “Make arrangements.”
“Yes.”
After everyone left, Callie hugged the cushion and stared at him, “Jaquan, this car accident… it wasn’t intentional, was it?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you think that?”
“It just doesn’t seem right.”
“If it were intentional, a car accident would suffice. Why go through the trouble of adding a dagger?”
That made sense. Callie pursed her lips and said no more.