As she walked out of the hospital room, Bianca felt a bit apologetic because Nelson and Callie had already divorced. When Grandpa mentioned Maevelyn, she worried that Callie might feel hurt.
“Grandpa is old, don’t take it to heart, Callie.”
Callie shook her head and asked, “When exactly did Grandpa fall ill?”
Bianca thought for a moment and gave a specific date, “Just over a month ago.”
She remembered something else but didn’t say it. Nelson had instructed her not to tell Callie why Grandpa fainted, fearing she would blame herself.
But Callie had thought about the difficult times back then. It was right after Reuben went missing, and she had quarreled with Nelson, accusing him of not being like Jaquan who went to Anbusea to protect his safety.
If she calculated the time, was it because Grandpa fell ill?
Why had he never mentioned it?
Callie took a deep breath, gave Bianca a few instructions on how to take care of Grandpa, and then left the hospital.
Mollie was waiting in the parking lot. She saw Callie walking towards her, followed by Kieran.
“I’m going with Miss Ross. Are you still going to follow?” Callie turned slightly.
“… No.” Although he said so, he didn’t leave.
Callie got into Mollie’s car directly. Kieran quickly got into the G-wagon and followed them out of the hospital.
Nelson’s instructions were only to take her to the hospital, nothing more. So Kieran followed them out of the hospital gate and then turned away.
Seeing the G-wagon disappearing in the rearview mirror, Mollie looked away and turned to the passenger seat. “Aren’t you afraid Nelson’s people will find something if they keep following you?”
“Find what? I’ve burned the identification. Kieran has no way to investigate. At most, he’s curious why you’re with me. But you and I are friends; it’s normal for us to meet. When he reports back, he can only be vague.”
Callie looked into the car mirror and reapplied her lipstick, her face immediately looking more vibrant.
She glanced sideways. “Club Paradise has exclusive channels for obtaining information, right?”
Mollie pursed her lips, guessing her thoughts. “If Bridger finds out, it will be complicated.”
Bridger seemed like a rich kid without boundaries but had a strong sense of limits. He never touched things he shouldn’t. Besides brotherly affection, he was absolutely loyal to Nelson.
People outside said that Nelson’s success couldn’t be separated from the support of Bridger, and Davian.
“But you’ve been with him for so long; you must have cultivated your own informants, right?” Callie boldly guessed. To stay with someone as shrewd as Bridger for so long required not only charm but also enough intelligence.
“Mollie, I won’t hide it from you. I have no way out now. If you’re willing to help me, I will repay you in the future.” Callie’s movements slowed as she applied lipstick. “But if you don’t help me, I won’t force you. Just pretend our conversation today never happened.”
She had cried; her eyes were still red and swollen, making her look pitiful.
Mollie’s heart softened for her difficulties and decisiveness.
“There is someone who can help you. I’ve been training him at the club for almost a year. You know him too.”
Callie was puzzled. “Who?”
“Joaquin.”
Joaquin? He had caused trouble before and was detained at the club by Bridger. Considering the time, it had been quite a while. She didn’t expect that Mollie was the one managing him.