Callie’s injuries were not too severe but not light either. She had been tied up for two days, and her delicate skin had been chafed to the bone by the ropes, making it look quite alarming.
The doctor said she could no longer sit in front of a computer for long periods, which meant her career was almost ruined.
When Callie heard this, she was too overwhelmed to speak.
She stayed in the hospital for a few days, during which only a few people came and went-Tobias, Mollie, and occasionally Bridger.
Tobias mentioned that the plastic surgeon had returned to Japan. If it weren’t for Tobias’s influence, the surgeon would never have come to testify. Fortunately, his hospital was in Japan, so his career wasn’t significantly affected.
Most of the time, Callie sat on the balcony soaking up the sun. Winter had arrived, and she often felt sleepy, occasionally smoking a cigarette to stay awake.
Every time Mollie saw her like this, she would sigh. “Jamir has been waiting outside for three or four days. Do you want to see him?”
Callie lazily opened her eyes, showing little interest. “Forget it.”
Mollie sat opposite her, observing.
“Honestly, Jamir has put in a lot of effort for you. I heard he was looking for you all day on the wedding day. He wasn’t familiar with the area and searched the entire back mountain before finding you.”
“But you can’t blame him. Even the Ellison family’s servants didn’t know that place,” Mollie said with interest, resting her face on her hands. “But Nelson knew.”
At the mention of Nelson, Callie’s expression visibly stiffened.
Mollie pressed on, “Seriously, how did he get there before Jamir?”
They had grown up together and shared many secrets unknown to others.
“He knew a shortcut.” It was something from many years ago when they often ran between the Oconnor family and the Ellison family. Callie was a bit surprised he still remembered.
When he arrived with a gun, her eyes inevitably lit up again.
He hadn’t given up on her.
From finding her to bringing her to the hospital, Nelson had been extremely careful, afraid of hurting her. He didn’t ask any questions or make any demands.
After the doctor treated her wounds, he squatted in front of her and said, “Charlotte is with me. If you want to ask anything, come to me anytime.”
The hospital was always bustling, with many related people standing outside, making noise that gave her a headache. But when he squatted in front of her, it felt like he was shielding her from the world, calm and unhurried.
Callie looked into his eyes and asked the same question she had asked Charlotte: “When did you know?”
Her plan’s success couldn’t have happened without Nelson’s tacit approval, meaning he had known for a while.
But Callie couldn’t understand. Before the wedding, he had tried to send her abroad. At that time, he shouldn’t have known.
“I suspected but didn’t confirm.”
“When?” She insisted on an answer.
Nelson couldn’t avoid answering and tried to be precise. “When you were kidnapped and there was a bomb in the car. You asked me to choose white.”
Callie was somewhat surprised. “You guessed it just from that?”
“Not just that.” There were many other small details.
Callie pushed him away and said she wanted to sleep before turning over. After that, Nelson didn’t see her again.
Seeing that Callie still wasn’t interested in talking, Mollie changed the subject. “If you don’t want to see Jamir, what about Joaquin? This is his first time coming to see you in days; he must have something important.”