Callie asked knowingly, “Why are you going to the hospital?”
Nelson didn’t let go.
She had no choice and said irritably, “To catch you on a date with your new lover. Wouldn’t I be a nuisance if I stayed there?”
Nelson ignored her words and exposed her, “Not doing any wrong means you have nothing to fear. Where have you been these days?”
“Hotel, Oconnor Group, hospital, those three places,” Callie refused to tell the truth.
He pulled her back, almost forcing her to look at him, his eyes fierce. “Callie, think carefully about the consequences of lying to me.”
Callie could only meet his gaze and said word by word, “Didn’t you already know? I’ve been taking care of Jaquan. Do I have to spell it out?”
Feeling Nelson’s grip tighten, he seemed ready to strangle her. “Who told you to go!”
“Why do you question me? I haven’t asked about your affairs with her,” Callie retorted fearlessly. “I’ve told you, I want to prove that I can be Mrs. Scott.”
After three seconds of staring at each other, Nelson let her go and sneered, “Didn’t you see at the hospital today? Jaquan likes Marilyn.”
“Really? I didn’t see that,” she changed the subject half-jokingly. “I thought she liked you. She was all over you; you didn’t need to be so gentlemanly.”
Nelson’s expression turned indifferent. “What, do you want me to be with her?”
“Who you’re with is your freedom. It’s never been my place to say,” Callie turned around and spoke without thinking.
It had always been this way; he never truly respected her.
After a while, she spoke thoughtfully, “I know my place very well. We each have our needs. You don’t need to consider me; I am self-aware.”
She was never good at maintaining relationships, especially those involving family interests.
Their relationship had always been at his beck and call; she had no choice.
Callie poured a cup of hot water and drank it slowly before continuing, “But whenever she successfully takes my place, remember to inform me. I understand the rules, Mr. Oconnor.”
Receiving no response, Callie suspiciously turned to look back.
Nelson had somehow sat down on a chair and closed his eyes.
He must have been very tired, half-supporting his face, looking cramped in the chair, appearing less sharp with his eyes closed.
Callie squatted down, her movements quicker than her thoughts. Her pale fingers traced his facial features from his eyebrows to his lips and then slowly downward.
Nelson was handsome; no wonder women flocked to him. But if they knew about his extreme malevolence, she wondered what they would think.
This man’s tyranny reached its peak. Being with him brought some joy but more pain, impossible to resist.
Callie took a deep breath, her hand stopping at his neck, opening, touching, and then slowly tightening.
Nelson, a renowned figure in Ylosea, respected, feared, and hated by many. His words could ruin someone’s future.
Such a person was now defenselessly asleep in front of her.
For a moment, her mind went blank; Callie wanted to act recklessly.
Until suddenly there was a “bang” from the next room as someone broke something.
Callie trembled all over.
When she looked back again, Nelson’s eyes were already open, staring straight at her squatting in front of him.