Chapter 903: Fever

When he spoke, his eyes were downcast, lacking their usual firmness. Callie saw in him the same proud yet aggrieved child who once sat in the rain. But now, with his grandfather gone, there was no one left to take him home. "It's okay, I wasn't expecting much anyway," Callie said, placing the bowl on the table beside her. He remained silent for a moment before asking in a muffled voice, "But you were expecting a little, weren't you?" Callie frowned, finding him unreasonable. "Mr. Oconnor, I was the one stood up. How do you expect me to answer that?" "If you had seen me that day, what would you have said?" Nelson asked, looking up with dark eyes. When two people are close enough, they develop a sort of telepathy. Callie looked at him for a while, thinking how unfair life was. His face could have easily made it in the entertainment industry. "I would have asked if I was more important to you than Charlotte," Callie said with a bitter smile. Nelson knew she was joking and smiled fa