“Isn’t it?”
“Of course not.” Nelson’s smile deepened. “You did well at the time, but I decided to take back the company because of Callie.”
At the mention of the name, Shamar was stunned.
The person in question stood at the door, meeting the gaze of the man who had already noticed her. A chill ran down her spine.
“I had a disagreement with her back then. The thing she cared about most was that so-called company.” It was simply because he had quarreled with Callie and wanted to go against her.
Shamar was an innocent victim.
Shamar looked incredulous. “Impossible…”
“I felt a bit guilty towards you, so I didn’t stop Ahmad from investing to help you pay off your debts. We were even.”
Nelson spoke nonchalantly.
But it wasn’t even… he had won.
Shamar kept shaking his head. “Impossible, absolutely impossible. You were just afraid of my strength, afraid I would take over Oconnor Group.”
Nelson sneered, mocking his wild imagination. “You can ask Callie why she stayed by your side and tried to make amends. It was just her conscience feeling guilty, wanting to compensate you.”
Shamar was greatly shocked, standing there in disbelief that the ups and downs of his life were merely due to their marital conflict.
He felt like a toy being played with.
For a moment, Callie didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.
It seemed that mentioning Jaquan had indeed angered Nelson, leading him to retaliate in such a devastating manner.
This counterattack was far heavier than Shamar’s childish actions.
Shamar couldn’t stand up for a moment. He struggled to rise, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his gaze at Nelson filled with venom.
“We have a lot of time. Let’s wait and see.”
Nelson said nothing, picking up the pen he had set down earlier and capping it.
Shamar walked out. Callie immediately stepped back, but it was too late. He met her sympathetic gaze.
He walked up to her and, as they brushed shoulders, his voice was hoarse. “Is it true?”
Callie held the tea, motionless, guilt rising within her. She couldn’t speak.
Her silence was as good as an admission.
Shamar understood. He bumped her shoulder and strode out of the hallway.
Callie watched as the once young and spirited boy’s back turned pained, as if he had experienced all the hardships of life.
He left Paucaster Villa under the strange looks of the servants.
After he left, Callie entered the study, where a faint smell of blood lingered. She didn’t quite understand. “I remember your relationship seemed good when I first met him. You actually admired him.”
Why had it become so estranged now, even like enemies?
Nelson set down the pen and picked up the cup of tea, taking a sip. “Is this Earl Grey?”
Callie didn’t answer him.
He understood. “I mentioned you, did that make you angry?”
“No.” Callie decided not to ask further. She walked around behind him and gently massaged his shoulders. “Do you want to send Dale in? It’s almost New Year, it doesn’t seem like a good time.”
She knew he wouldn’t easily change his decision, just wanted to remind him of the timing.
“Then let him spend this New Year.” Nelson leaned back, taking the opportunity to hold her hand. “You’re being so obedient today, did you get into trouble that needs me to fix?”
He smiled teasingly. Callie hit him lightly. “I do have a question for you.”