The room was cluttered with all sorts of items.
“… Photos.” Nelson coughed lightly, moving things aside.
“What photos?”
“Childhood photos, can’t find them.”
Nelson’s voice was soft, and he seemed a bit embarrassed when facing Callie, whose true identity had been revealed.
Callie found it amusing. “Didn’t you order someone to throw them away?”
“I… didn’t know you were Maeve back then.” He didn’t know it was her.
In fact, Callie herself didn’t know either, nor did she realize that the woman who she had been jealous of all along was her childhood self.
Seeing her silence, Nelson asked again if she had eaten, without mentioning anything about the shares.
Callie stood in front of him, noticing his tightly clenched hand at his side, as if he was holding something back.
“Why didn’t you come to find me?”
Nelson was a bit surprised but quickly reacted. “Even without that one percent, I could still take down Owen.”
“I used to believe that. Now that Grandpa is gone, do you still have enough confidence?”
Her words were blunt, but Nelson’s former confidence indeed relied on his grandfather being around, making important figures somewhat apprehensive.
But now that the old man was gone, things would become more difficult for him.
Nelson turned his face away. “I gave you those shares; there’s no reason to take them back.”
“Even if the Oconnor Group changes hands and the Oconnor family’s legacy be gone?”
He pressed his tongue against his cheek stubbornly. “Even so.”
An inexplicable anger rose in Callie’s heart. She said, “I can’t accept this favor from the executor of the Oconnor Group. I’ll have a lawyer handle the procedures another day and return the shares to you. You must keep the Oconnor Group safe!”
“And what about you?”
He asked so quickly that Callie had no time to react. The next second, he had already pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice hoarse. “And what about you? Will you come back?”
Callie froze completely. She tried to break free but couldn’t.
“Nelson.”
“What happened at the wedding, I never intended to use it to get anything from you. It was all voluntary; you don’t need to feel guilty.”
The night was deep, and Callie heard the man’s hoarse voice slowly speaking in her ear, making her heart itch.
This low posture was clearly what she wanted, but now that she had it, she felt humiliated.
“These past few days, I’ve missed you a lot.”
He spoke each word with evident restraint of his longing emotions.
Callie’s gaze fell on a cup on the coffee table with several cracks on it. “You lost your temper again.”
Nelson neither admitted nor denied it, holding her tightly and unwilling to let go.
“Tomorrow I’ll have a lawyer handle the procedures.” Callie eventually pushed him away, exceptionally calm.
“I said it’s not necessary!”
Nelson was like an enraged beast, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing that she seemed frightened, he lowered his voice. “Once the procedures are done, then what? You don’t want to owe me anything and want to completely separate from me?”
Callie looked at him and said something very heartless. “So what if we separate?”
In the silence, Nelson didn’t speak, but his eyes filled with tears. He had never realized such words hurt so much.
After a long while, he said, “Whether you’re Callie or Maevelyn, I never thought of separating from you.”
“You’re too agitated right now; I don’t want to talk to you.” Callie remained unusually calm. She picked up a pen from the table and wrote a string of numbers on a tissue. “This is my current number. When you’ve thought it through, call me.”
She thought that if she were her former self and he softened up a bit, she would definitely go back to him.