Callie remained noncommittal. She changed her stance, feeling tired, and lowered her head, saying, “Uncle, I will assist him.”
This statement was clearly unexpected by both of them. Jaquan looked up, his eyes reflecting the light.
“I won’t let him end up like you.” She glanced at the handcuffs.
Cyrus’s face changed. This woman seemed very rebellious and unyielding.
“After all, he doesn’t have children yet, and it seems Marilyn won’t give him any. If he falls on hard times in the future, he won’t be as lucky as you to have a son to help him out.”
Callie smiled wider, showing no fear.
“Such impudence!” Cyrus slammed the bed frame, but the handcuffs restricted his movements.
“Take her away! Get this woman out of here!” He shouted at Jaquan, his eyes filled with anger. “Ungrateful son!”
Jaquan squinted and grabbed Callie’s wrist, whispering, “That’s too much.”
Callie gave him a deep look and shook off his hand. “I’m not here to play the role of a lover for you.”
With that, she left the ward first. Jaquan didn’t follow, but she could feel his hostile gaze.
Cyrus’s angry voice still echoed as the door closed, and Jaquan was trying to calm him down.
Callie was about to leave when she saw a figure stumbling out of the elevator and running towards her.
She recognized the scar on his face; it was Scarface.
“Hey.” She stepped aside to block his path. “What’s the rush?”
Scarface froze, recognizing her. He stammered, “Miss… Miss Marsh?”
Callie noticed his nervous, shifty eyes. “Looking for your boss?”
“… Yes… yes.”
“He’s busy. You can tell me instead.” Callie sat on a chair in the hallway and motioned for him to sit as well.
Scarface was panting and hesitated. “This… isn’t appropriate.”
Callie smiled brightly. “What’s inappropriate about it?”
Scarface swallowed hard and sat against the wall. “… I’ll wait for my boss.”
Callie crossed her long legs and played with her phone, asking casually, “How old are you this year?”
“Twenty-three.”
“When did you start out?”
“… Fifteen.”
Scarface had been in the streets since his teens, known for his ruthless fighting, which caught Jaquan’s attention. But despite his years in the underworld, he felt intimidated by Callie, who appeared so gentle.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yes.” But he quickly shook his head. “No.”
Men like him never had women who stayed long. Callie understood. “Never thought about getting married? Like your boss?”
Scarface’s expression turned grim. “Boss doesn’t seem very happy either.”
Callie realized and laughed.
Scarface sat uneasily, staring at the ward door intently.
“What do you need from him so late?”
“… Just some issues at the club, nothing major.”
“Then tell me. Maybe I can help.”
Scarface remained silent, looking troubled.
“I get it. You don’t trust me.” Callie put away her phone and stared at him.
Scarface looked like he was about to cry. “Boss said not to tell you.”
“Why? The club’s matters have nothing to do with me. Or does it?”
She asked this without breaking eye contact.