As soon as these words were spoken, Owen was awed by her confident vibe. He clutched his chest, struggling to breathe, and if not for someone supporting him, he would have collapsed.
No one expected Callie to make such a move.
Even more surprising was that she would help Nelson!
Anthony was sweating profusely; Callie’s presence was overwhelming; she showed no fear of anyone.
Nelson stood in the sunlight, looking bright, but his expression was terrifyingly grim. He did not see Callie’s intervention as a good thing.
After finishing everything, Callie finally met his eyes.
She almost sighed in relief; Nelson’s succession as the executor of Oconnor Group was now certain.
“Does anyone have any other opinions?”
No one spoke; they all left dejectedly. In the end, only Anthony remained, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
Now, only two people were left in the conference room.
Callie walked step by step to Nelson and extended her hand. “Congratulations.”
The man’s lips were dry, moving slightly. “Should I be happy?”
“Why not? No matter how bad Oconnor Group is, it’s still yours. I kept it for you.”
Nelson’s gaze lingered on her face, filled with longing.
Seeing him silent, Callie continued on her own. “Before Grandpa passed away, he told me to take good care of you. I couldn’t let you give up on yourself.”
He still didn’t speak.
“Don’t disappoint me. That equity is very valuable. It’s good enough that I didn’t ask you for money. You need to manage Oconnor Group well.”
Her words sounded like a farewell.
Nelson felt a tightness in his chest, his breathing slowed.
He knew that at this point, it was time for goodbye; otherwise, Callie wouldn’t be doing this.
“Don’t go, okay? If it were the old Maevelyn, she wouldn’t bear to leave me.”
His voice was hoarse, as if he used all his strength to speak.
Callie’s eyes lowered, trying hard to ignore the bitterness in her heart.
In a light tone, she said, “The old Maevelyn indeed wouldn’t bear to leave, but you forget, most of my life I’ve been Callie. She has already overshadowed Maevelyn’s traces, and as Callie, I’ve reached the day where I can let go.”
Nelson closed his eyes.
She was Maevelyn and also Callie.
She grabbed his large hand, playing with it absentmindedly like in their most intimate moments.
Callie’s voice was soft. “Actually, these things were originally yours. I’m just returning them to you, including the favor you did for me at the wedding. Now I’ve returned it too. We owe each other nothing.”
Owe each other nothing.
The cruelest words in the world.
Nelson trembled uncontrollably. He grasped her fingers in return and repeated, “Don’t go.”
“Without you, I’m not a complete Nelson. You left me once as Maevelyn; you can’t leave me again as Callie.”
He had been saved twice in his life.
Once on a rainy day in childhood when she jumped off the car holding a doll and stood before him, extending her hand.
Another time on a sunny day when he awkwardly proposed marriage in a cafe. She hesitated for a moment and then smiled and said yes.
That smile was etched into Nelson’s life forever.
Callie’s eyes reddened slightly as she released his hand. “Take care of yourself.”
With that, she strode out of the conference room without stopping or looking back.
She couldn’t see the man standing there as if his world had collapsed. He swayed and had to support himself on the table to stand steady. He couldn’t stop trembling, and tears fell heavily onto the table.
The mountains are full of red leaves, all like blood in the eyes of those who part.