Chapter 1922: Buddhist Cultivator

Seeing Nelson's reassuring gaze, Callie felt slightly relieved. She stood up hesitantly, her fingers still bleeding. Nelson pulled out a tissue, wiped the blood clean, and then took the iodine and cotton swabs handed over by the servant to carefully treat her wound. His movements were steady and professional, but upon closer inspection, there was a slight tremor. His eyes were darkened, and his tone was not pleasant. "What's more important, the photos or your hand? If something really happened, you'll be unable to draw." Callie smiled. He was still concerned about her hand for designing, but at that moment, she couldn't think of anything else. She was only afraid that the photos would cause trouble for her father and herself, and also feared ruining his beloved items. A bitter smile spread across her lips. Looking up, she saw Reuben standing nearby, nervously watching her hand, full of guilt. He seemed to have sobered up but didn't dare to speak. "Nelson... my dad didn't do it on