Chapter 891: Another Slap

The rain seemed endless, filling the air with the sweet scent of osmanthus. Two people walked under an umbrella in the alley, searching for their way back. Callie hugged herself, feeling cold without a coat, her face even paler. She glanced at Nelson's expression, seeing that he wasn't entirely indifferent, and asked with difficulty, "Nelson, why didn't you tell me when Grandpa first got sick?" Nelson's fingers gripping the umbrella turned white from the pressure. He didn't turn his head, "Tell you so you could worry?" "But..." She remembered they were arguing at that time, "You could have told me. I wouldn't have scolded you so harshly." Nelson let out a cold laugh, "No need." He looked at her, "You've scolded me a lot. One more scolding doesn't matter." Callie pressed her lips together, thinking he had a point. After a brief silence, with only the sound of rain hitting the stone bricks, she suddenly heard Nelson ask, "Callie, do you love me or hate me more?" The question caugh