Marilyn stood there, shivering and pale.
Her hands trembled as she tried to push through the crowd, but someone yanked her hair, acting like a complete bully.
Seeing this, Kieran couldn’t just stand by. He stepped forward and pulled Marilyn out. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Kieran’s muscular build and fierce glare silenced everyone for a moment.
When Marilyn saw Kieran, her eyes lit up briefly, then she instinctively covered her face. Kieran said to her, “Miss Ellison, Mr. Oconnor is downstairs.”
Marilyn’s eyes brightened even more, as if she had found a glimmer of hope in her dire situation.
Kieran led her out without looking back.
“Who is that guy?”
“Why did he call her Miss Ellison?”
Kieran was a bit nervous because Nelson hadn’t said he wanted to see Marilyn; he had just sent him to deliver something. Kieran braced himself for a scolding later.
To him, the situation Marilyn was in seemed particularly difficult. She repaid evil with kindness but received such treatment in return-it was disgraceful.
Nelson saw through the car window a woman rushing towards them, looking disheveled and tear-streaked.
Kieran followed behind her.
She stood outside the car, unable to see inside, but she just stared at it blankly, looking utterly miserable.
Kieran quickly got into the driver’s seat and nervously explained the situation to Nelson, ending with, “Mr. Oconnor… I just felt Miss Ellison was too pitiful.”
Indeed, even Nelson rarely saw Marilyn in such a state.
The last time was when she had confronted him about the past.
She had always been composed and unflappable. Seeing her so agitated was a rare sight.
Nelson didn’t say anything. He reached out and opened the car door slightly.
Marilyn, standing outside, immediately understood his gesture. She slowly opened the door further and got in.
Kieran drove steadily. No one spoke inside the car; only Marilyn’s faint sobs could be heard. Nelson silently handed her a tissue, which she took to clean her face.
After what felt like an eternity, Marilyn clutched the tissue and asked blankly, “Nelson, what is trust? Why can some people’s malice seep through to their very bones?”
Nelson nodded slightly and placed a file folder Kieran hadn’t had a chance to give her in front of her. “This is trust,” he said calmly.
Marilyn looked at him in confusion, then slowly opened the folder. A stack of documents spilled out. She picked one up at random and saw the bold letters: Vanco Acquisition Plan.
It was crossed out in red ink.
The thick stack was all related content. Jaquan had been meticulous; he was determined to win this acquisition. Yet he had handed these original documents over to Nelson so easily.
Nelson had promised Marilyn that no matter who she was or what concerns she had, he would keep his word. That was trust.
Marilyn couldn’t believe he had actually done it.
She stared straight at the man beside her. No wonder she liked him; he always showed her through his actions, resolving her doubts.
Marilyn held the edge of the document tightly, its sharp corner cutting into her finger and drawing blood. She didn’t care and solemnly said, “Thank you.”