Chapter 126: Nelson's Comfort

Callie sat on the hallway bench, hugging her knees, feeling very insecure. "Nelson, do you smell it? The disinfectant. I hate that smell; it makes me feel suffocated," she said softly. Nelson's Adam's apple moved. He had never comforted such a fragile woman before and didn't know how to start. Callie kept talking, as if speaking was the only way to calm her anxiety. "When your grandfather was sick, how did you feel? Were you sad?" Nelson sat beside her, his voice gentle. "I was anxious, just like you are now. Even though I wasn't short of money, at that moment I realized that no amount of money could defeat illness." Callie closed her eyes, feeling the same way now. "Three years ago, everyone advised me to give up treatment. They said even if he survived, he would be like a walking corpse. It would drain all my money and become a burden to me. More importantly, he would be in pain." "But I didn't care. I wanted him to live. He had to live as my father. He raised me for so many ye