Jaquan walked out of the hospital and saw a scene that made his heart sink.
Nelson was holding Callie’s shoulders, kissing her forehead with apparent intimacy.
He got into the car, and as the driver started the engine, Nelson lowered the window and said, “I remember, the place where your father lives was found by Shamar.”
Callie recalled, “Yes.”
“I don’t have time to arrange it. In the next two days, move him to Paucaster Villa.”
Callie understood. Shamar had fallen out with Nelson, and the danger was now directed at her. Reuben’s place might be very unsafe.
“Okay.”
The vehicle sped away, and Callie stared at the imposing license plate for a long time, unable to snap out of it.
Sienna’s gaze earlier had made her uneasy.
The prayer beads she had given her had been passed on to Nelson, which seemed inappropriate.
Thinking of the month they had cared for each other, Callie sighed, deciding she needed to find an opportunity to apologize and explain things clearly.
But more than anything, she hoped Nelson would be safe.
The driver soon arrived. As Callie was about to get in the car, someone called her name. She turned back against the sunlight and saw Jaquan standing on the steps, bathed in the morning light, clear and bright.
“If Mrs. Scott knew you were traveling with me, it would cause an uproar.”
In the Bentley, Callie sat in the back seat, lazily pretending to nap.
“Don’t you find it thrilling? One moment we’re someone else’s life partners, and when no one’s around, we are in a secret relationship.” Jaquan half-joked, leisurely observing Callie.
Callie didn’t move. “Mr. Scott, is that your peculiar taste.”
“I love excitement. It seems Nelson didn’t tell you.”
Callie finally lifted her eyelids and looked at him, suddenly remembering what Shamar had said yesterday.
Jaquan, bearing hatred, would do anything. His calm exterior hid a passionate wolf always watching its prey.
“I’ve experienced it,” Callie said softly.
The car drove through a long street and soon stopped. It wasn’t a construction site; tall walls lined both sides of the road, eerily quiet with no one around.
Callie looked ahead and saw a tightly locked gate that looked like… a prison.
She immediately realized and turned to Jaquan. “Why did you bring me here?”
South City Prison held Jaquan’s father.
“Why are you nervous? I’m not letting you see him.” Jaquan smirked. He didn’t rush to get out but leaned back in his seat, casually saying, “You saw my status in the Ellison family at the hospital.”
Images flashed through Callie’s mind.
“Lowly, feared, unacknowledged.” Jaquan tapped his leg rhythmically.
Callie frowned. “Isn’t this the path you chose?”
Jaquan stared into her dark eyes. “I don’t want to marry Marilyn.”
Such directness stunned Callie.
“Or rather, I’m not marrying Marilyn; I’m marrying the Ellison family’s power.” Jaquan gave a wicked smile. “The person inside expects that of me.”
Callie’s frown deepened. “This isn’t what you want, Jaquan. You can still turn back.”
“It’s too late. From childhood, I’ve shouldered hatred.”
Jaquan crossed his legs. “The Ellison family may look down on me now, but one day, they’ll beg me on their knees.”
The confidence in his words was undeniable.