Lucia had heard about this matter, which is why she later took extra care of Marilyn, who was also from the Ellison family. She wanted to use her to curry favor with Nelson. But now, the real Maevelyn had returned.
Nelson sneered, “Do you want to see her?”
Lucia immediately avoided his gaze, her guilt evident. “I don’t know her, there’s no need for us to meet.”
This guilt in Lucia’s eyes only made Nelson more scornful. He didn’t expect Lucia to have a shred of conscience, feeling guilty about abandoning him. One was a destroyer, the other a savior; she didn’t dare to meet.
Lucia turned and left. Nelson watched her back, puzzled. They said blood relations would inevitably lead to a psychic connection, but despite countless interactions with Lucia, he never felt a trace of motherly love from her. Was she really his mother? Nelson felt numb.
“Nelson!”
As the man walked down the courthouse steps, a voice suddenly called out. It was Charlotte, who had been waiting by the car for a long time. She was dressed in a shirt and jeans today, looking very youthful.
Nelson walked over, “Why did you come?”
“Father said on your first day at work, I shouldn’t cause you any trouble.” Charlotte smiled, like a delicate flower.
Kieran opened the car door, but Charlotte stopped him. “Kieran, from now on this is my job, no need to trouble you.”
Kieran glanced at Nelson.
Nelson knocked on Charlotte’s head and then got into the car. “The eldest daughter of the Ellison family opening the car door for me? Are you trying to embarrass me or yourself?”
Charlotte felt a bit embarrassed. “Don’t say that, my previous job was just like this.”
One sentence brought back Nelson’s memories. He lowered his eyes. “It won’t be like that anymore.”
Back at Oconnor Group, Nelson personally took her to the secretary’s office. “Charlotte, from now on she will be one of you. Take good care of her.”
The secretaries exchanged glances, shocked that Mr. Oconnor had personally brought someone in. Such treatment was astonishing.
After Nelson left, Charlotte sat at her desk organizing things. Someone cautiously approached. “Charlotte… are you a friend or relative of Mrs. Oconnor?”
Charlotte paused. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you’re a woman. Mr. Oconnor has never had a woman around him except for Mrs. Oconnor. He brought you here personally today; isn’t it because of Mrs. Oconnor?”
Charlotte sneered and continued her work. “Does every woman around him have to be related to Mrs. Oconnor?”
This question left everyone speechless. They looked at Charlotte with a mix of admiration and disdain.
She looked… like a lover.
Nelson trusted his new assistant greatly. He hadn’t let her handle business matters yet but had entrusted her with personal life issues.
Charlotte was different from Callie; she never got his favorite tea wrong, but Nelson still felt something was missing when he drank it.
“Who taught you this tea-making skill?”
Charlotte looked embarrassed and truthfully said, “Mr. Scott…”
Jaquan.
Nelson nodded lightly. “He probably never thought that the assistant he trained would be the eldest daughter of the Ellison family.”
“I never considered myself an eldest daughter, Nelson.”
Nelson nodded. “Just joking.”
“Does Mrs. Oconnor know about me working at Oconnor Group? I don’t mean anything by it; I’m just afraid she’ll misunderstand.”