In the hallway outside the hospital room, Callie leaned heavily against the wall, her breathing rapid. The coldness of the wall made her want to cry. She found a reason to comfort herself: this was a VIP ward, and there was no one around to witness her distress.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Lucia spoke from inside the room, “Are you really not planning to get a divorce?”
Callie slowly crumpled the diagnosis report in her hand, clutching it tightly in her palm.
She soon met Jaquan. Under the warm sun, Callie stood outside the hospital, looking at the bustling street, feeling a rare sense of confusion.
She got into the car.
“How are you?”
“Not dead yet.” Jaquan handed her a bag of food and then leaned in to examine her closely. “Why do you look so terrible?”
Callie reached out to check his temperature. “What kind of drugs were those? Are there any aftereffects?”
Jaquan smiled, pinching her chin. “Worried about me?”
“Jaquan.”
“I’m fine. I can run and jump now, and I have no addiction.” Jaquan, seeing that she wasn’t eating, opened the bag himself and brought the food to her mouth. “I was poisoned in a cafe. I’ve already sent someone to find clues.”
“We’ve also tracked down the IP source of the leaked photos. It’s overseas, so it might take some time to find the person.”
Callie had no appetite. She looked at her reflection in the car window, barely recognizing her disheveled self.
“Pathetic.” Jaquan couldn’t stand seeing her like this. He patted her forehead and pinched her soft, white earlobe in comfort. “The photos have been completely deleted from the internet, and all newspapers in the city have been destroyed. I will find the mastermind.”
“This has nothing to do with you. Don’t get involved.” Callie said coldly. “I’ve never seen you before, and I won’t in the future.”
She tried to get out of the car, but Jaquan stopped her. “In Anbusea, I risked my life for you. Isn’t that worth anything?”
Callie’s steps halted abruptly. She had once said that if he asked, she would do anything for him.
Callie sat back down. “What do you want?”
“We’ll talk about it later.” Jaquan lost interest and looked outside. Marilyn was approaching the hospital in high heels. Seeing his car, she stopped.
He smirked. “Nelson’s people are looking for me. They must have guessed something.”
Callie’s back stiffened. “The person who released the photos deliberately hid your face. They clearly don’t want anyone to know who you are.”
“Jaquan, if your identity is exposed, it will be very troublesome. Can I assume that you are in on this together?”
She asked while looking directly into his eyes. Jaquan did not flinch.
He raised an eyebrow and took out a stack of injury reports and boxes of medicine from the car. “Would I risk my life just to mess with you? You’re overestimating yourself.”
“If Nelson wants to investigate, they’ll find out anyway. Do I need to take such risks?”
His bitter smile and sincere words left Callie speechless. She had no reason to question him further.
She nodded lightly, put on a mask, and got out of the car, brushing past the surprised Marilyn.