In the car, Callie carefully examined the photo again.
It seemed to be a still from surveillance footage, processed to be very clear.
From this, Callie drew two conclusions.
The photo was likely real, and there was not only a photo but also a video.
The sender wanted her to clearly see the person in the photo.
“Why are you spacing out? What’s wrong?” Regan frowned, noticing Callie’s distraction.
Callie instinctively turned off her phone. “Nothing.”
After a moment, she asked, “Regan, if someone deliberately used facts to drive a wedge between you and another person, what would you do?”
The question was convoluted, and Regan took a while to understand. “It depends on how serious the facts are. If they’re serious, the relationship would break down regardless of any interference.”
Serious… Callie felt conflicted. She really wanted to believe Nelson. “Let’s say it’s serious.”
“What do you mean ‘let’s say’? Either it’s serious or it isn’t,” Regan laughed. “We’re almost there.”
The car turned into an upscale neighborhood, and Regan took Callie up to the thirtieth floor by elevator.
It was a riverside apartment with a great environment. Callie, still distracted, remembered she was meeting someone new and put on her coat to cover her exposed skin.
“What about the psychologist you mentioned? What’s he like?”
Regan gave a subtle smile. “He’s… very handsome.”
Callie raised an eyebrow.
The psychologist, Dr. Quinn, was already waiting inside. The door was unlocked, and they could walk right in.
The apartment had a panoramic river view, simple and clean decor, indicating the owner had good taste.
Regan looked around and liked it. “Dr. Quinn, it must have taken some effort to find such a nice place in Ylosea.”
It was evening, and the orange light from the setting sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow on the man standing there. He stood with his back to them, playing with a small object in his hand. The metal cap spun on his fingers, reflecting a sliver of silver light.
Callie squinted and saw it was a lighter.
He wore a white fleece sweater under a gray coat, making him look tall and distinguished. He exuded a mature demeanor, not typical of a psychologist.
Hearing the noise, he turned around, looking past Regan directly at Callie.
His eyes were like the deepest, quietest night, drawing people in without a sound.
The moment Callie saw his face, she froze.
“Of course,” he responded to Regan in a rich voice.
Regan noticed Callie was stunned and quickly pulled her forward by the arm. “This is my good friend, Callie. She’s been taking care of me these past days.”
“Callie, this is Jamir Quinn, whom I often mention.”
The man looked at her calmly, seemingly unsurprised. He extended his large hand.
“Hello.”
Callie’s heart was filled with mixed emotions as she shook his hand. “Hello…”
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter. She almost panicked and looked up into his dark eyes.
Jamir smiled and released her hand. “I’ve heard Tobias mention you many times. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“No,” Callie quickly denied. She asked in return, “When did you return to the country?”
Regan was about to answer when Jamir spoke first. “Two and a half months ago.”
The precise timing surprised Regan for a moment.