Callie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling she had won the gamble.
She quickly got up, smiling charmingly, “See, I wasn’t wrong.”
Kieran immediately followed but was stopped by someone, “You can’t go.”
“… Sis!”
Callie pursed her lips and hinted with a smile, “Mike and I are old friends. You should go back first.”
Kieran looked nervous and uneasy but could only watch as Callie was taken away.
They went up to the third floor, where the noise faded into silence. They pushed open the private room door. Mr. Mack sat in the middle of the sofa, his hair already gray, looking kind.
Callie was pushed in front of him, “Mr. Mack, we’ve brought her.”
She straightened her back, “You all leave. I need to talk to Mr. Mack alone.”
The people behind her didn’t move.
Until Mr. Mack waved his cane, “Go.”
“Mr. Mack… this girl doesn’t look trustworthy!”
“A young girl, what can she do to me? Leave.”
The group had no choice but to close the door and leave.
Once they left, Mr. Mack seriously examined Callie and concluded, “I don’t know you.”
Callie frowned, “You should know me.”
She wasn’t wrong; when she left with Reuben, she had some impressions of the people at the hospital.
She was serious, which made Mr. Mack frown, “What’s your name?”
“If I tell you my name, you might not remember, but there’s someone you definitely know.”
“Reuben.”
As soon as this name was mentioned, Mr. Mack’s face changed drastically, losing its kindness.
“It seems that after so many years, you still remember old friends, Mr. Mack. You’re quite nostalgic,” Callie concluded.
He understood, “You’re Reuben’s daughter?”
Callie didn’t deny it, “I said we knew each other. When I was little, you even held me.”
Mr. Mack sneered, his emotions complex, “I didn’t expect you to actually grow up under his care.”
Callie’s face darkened.
“It seems you didn’t grow up in Anbusea. Do you know what happens if you cause trouble and use drugs in my place?” Mr. Mack’s tone was stern and harsh.
“I wouldn’t dare. It wasn’t drugs, just a bag of candy.” Callie sat next to Mr. Mack, “You run this club with zero tolerance for drugs, just like when you were the hospital director-upright and clean. I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”
Mr. Mack ignored her flattery. He picked up the glass of wine in front of him and handed it to her, “What do you want?”
Callie glanced at it, took it, and smashed it on the ground with a bang. Then she picked up a bottle of strong liquor from the table and took a big gulp.
Mr. Mack watched her drink.
When she finished, she smashed the bottle on the ground, “I’ve caused trouble in your place today. I’ll drink a bottle to apologize.”
She couldn’t drink much alcohol but was willing to go all out for Reuben.
Mr. Mack seemed to guess her intention. He picked up another bottle of wine and pointed to the spot in front of him, “Kneel here and drink.”
Callie didn’t move, “Mr. Mack, you seem to have no regard for old friends.”
“I’ll have someone take you away,” he said, dissatisfied with her silence.
Callie then grabbed the bottle of wine, “I’ll drink this wine, but you have to answer one question.”
“This deal seems quite unprofitable for me.”
“Why did you fire my father back then? Just this question. You can decide whether to answer or not. If you do, I’ll drink.”
Mr. Mack squinted his eyes, “Girl, it’s been too long. I don’t remember anymore. Don’t drink it; go back.”
Callie gripped the bottle tightly, “Your reaction to my father’s name was so strong; I don’t believe you.”