Chapter 889: Compensation

"Just because there are many people doesn't mean it's good," Callie said seriously, resting her face on her hand. The boatman laughed at her naivety. "Everyone has their desires. If you have one, you can try." Callie didn't answer. Instead, she turned to look at the tall man sitting on the deck with no place to rest his legs. "Mr. Oconnor, do you have any?" Nelson glanced at her, clearly unwilling to answer. She continued, "Of course, you're so wealthy, you have everything you want. You don't need to make wishes. Let me guess, do you wish for Charlotte's well-being?" Regan had mentioned that this matter was already the talk of the town. Charlotte hadn't left her house for days, and Marilyn was gloating. Nelson frowned. "Callie." He wasn't angry but was already impatient. He didn't lose his temper, but his cold demeanor made her unsure of his thoughts. Callie was getting frustrated. He could afford to waste time, but she couldn't. She was eager to leave. However, the boat move