Of course she was.
But now, considering their marital status, could Callie answer like that? She couldn’t.
The two fell into silence again, a silence thathurt both.
“Just asking, don’t take it to heart,” Nelson finally said, reaching out to ruffle her hair.
To Callie, it felt like he was soothing a puppy.
He knew Callie had asked Shamar to find a house and gave a few instructions. “Since you’ve already asked for his help, let’s not make it complicated. I’ll give him the money, you don’t need to worry about it.” He paused, “Including Reuben’s follow-up treatment and rehabilitation, someone will take care of it.”
Callie listened, leaning against the wall, looking at him with amusement. “Mr. Oconnor, is this the benefit after a confession?”
Nelson showed a hint of displeasure. “This is Mrs. Oconnor’s privilege.”
“Oh, privilege. Not everyone can bear a debt of one billion,” Callie said sarcastically.
Nelson pinched her waist as a threat. “Oconnor Group will help with Shamar’s project. In less than a month, the cash flow will be up and running. It won’t take long to pay off the one billion.”
Callie’s eyes brightened. Since her confession last night, he seemed different. It was only then she understood Bridger’s words: You have to think about your future.
The next day at Oconnor Group, the technical department came up to report their work. Nelson dismissed them with a few words. His temper was extremely bad; they had hit the wrong nerve by presenting subpar products.
The secretary stood behind Nelson, silently mourning for her colleagues. A week of overtime was inevitable.
Nelson sent them out and took a sip of coffee, his temper still simmering.
The secretary clutched the documents in her hand, on the verge of tears, and reluctantly handed them over. “Mr. Oconnor, this is the divorce agreement you instructed me to draft. It’s ready in duplicate.”
The secretary was certain that this document… was what triggered Nelson’s cold rage, his eyes filled with icy fury.
It was a divorce agreement…
“Put away your assumptions. She is still Mrs. Oconnor,” Nelson said suddenly, his eyes flashing dangerously.
The secretary lowered her head, not daring to think further. “Yes.”
Nelson’s signature was particularly heavy; those three words were glaringly obvious.
“Send it to the hospital,” Nelson gave an address. “Make sure no one else sees it.”
The remaining copy he casually threw into his office drawer.
Aside from Reuben’s reasonable conditions listed in black and white, Nelson generously added more.
If they divorced, he would give Callie three percent of his shares. This included properties in the Paucaster Villa Complex and several villas and farms abroad.
All that money was a testament to his affection for her.
This was his sincere repayment to her.
After leaving Oconnor Group, Callie had been helping Shamar. Once settled, she didn’t rush to find a job and spent all her time with Reuben.
When Reuben was finally discharged, Callie arranged a place for him and accompanied him through rehabilitation every day. Nelson visited a few times but couldn’t stay long due to his busy schedule.
Reuben remembered something and mentioned Old Oconnor. “Now that I’m feeling better, shouldn’t you and Nelson start planning your wedding?”
Callie was stunned and avoided his questioning gaze. “We haven’t told Grandpa about this yet. Besides, Reuben, we’ve been married for over a year now. These are just formalities; let’s not bother with them.”