But Callie didn’t expect Nelson to come.
Just as she was about to leave, she saw a group of people emerging from the elevator, led by Nelson.
He wore a gray shirt today, every button perfectly fastened. His gold-rimmed glasses gave him an exceptionally serious look, exuding a strong sense of authority.
It was completely different from the wild night before.
A slender woman in a white dress followed behind him. She wore a mask, making it hard to see her face.
Callie didn’t have time to take a closer look. She turned around and walked back, glaring fiercely at Jaquan before entering the rest room in the ward and slamming the door shut. She took a deep breath.
Soon, footsteps approached. The closer Nelson got, the faster Callie’s heart beat.
“Nelson?” Jaquan called out softly, seemingly surprised. “What brings you here personally?”
Hypocrite, Callie thought, curling her lips.
“Such a big issue, your subordinates should have informed me immediately. Oconnor Group’s medical resources are top-notch. If something really happened, who could bear the responsibility?” Nelson frowned, scrutinizing Jaquan’s injuries with disapproval. “Jaquan, your subordinates were negligent. They need to be held accountable.”
Jaquan waved his hand dismissively. “It’s just a minor injury. I’m still alive, aren’t I? You’re overthinking it, Nelson.”
His gaze fell on the woman behind Nelson. “Seeing me and not taking off your mask?”
Upon hearing this, the woman immediately removed her mask, revealing a delicate and innocent face filled with concern. “How did you drive? Do you want everyone to worry?”
Her voice was cool and unique.
She started with a reprimand. Jaquan picked up the porridge on the bedside table and looked at her with determination. “Come feed me.”
The woman’s brows furrowed even more. She instinctively glanced at the man beside her but didn’t move.
“How many times have I flown to London for you over the years? Now that you have a bigger backer, you don’t even listen to me?”
“I…” She still looked at Nelson, who showed no expression. “Nelson…”
“I told you to come over, Marilyn!” Jaquan’s voice was stern.
She shuddered, and so did Callie in the rest room. Marilyn? She was back? When did she return?
Marilyn finally stepped forward hesitantly, sat on the bed, and picked up the bowl of porridge, feeding it to Jaquan with a spoon. Her delicate hands were extremely beautiful, a result of years of care.
Jaquan’s gaze lingered on the man, as if in defiance.
Nelson didn’t mind. He strolled leisurely around the ward with his hands in his pockets, pausing by the sofa before walking to the window. He lit a cigarette. “Jaquan, you should hire a nurse for these injuries.”
“I already have one.”
Nelson chuckled softly. “Of course, you’re always thorough.” He took a deep drag, smoke swirling around him. “Your injury came at an opportune time. The Ellison family is very apologetic and is looking for ways to make it up to you.”
Marilyn added in a soft voice, “Yes, my brother has been held accountable.”
“My car was only driven out from the Ellison family hotel. What does it have to do with Isaac’s wedding? Making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“The family thinks my brother shouldn’t get married…”
“Marilyn, is this why you didn’t attend the wedding?” Jaquan asked softly. “I remember you and Regan were good friends.”
Marilyn took a deep breath and avoided his gaze. “Nelson said I shouldn’t show my face yet.”