Chapter 90 Sugar Daddy?

Matthew's voice was sharp and stern. "When you decided to jump, did you think Harry might swim, but you'd just be waiting to die?"

Calliope went quiet. He was pissed.

Since she didn't die, she knew she was in for a lecture.

Even she thought her actions last night were a death wish.

Just then, the door to the ward creaked open, and Gerald walked in. Seeing Calliope awake, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"My God. I've never seen anyone as fragile as you, always ending up in the hospital every few days. This time you almost killed yourself. Do you know how long you've had a fever from the lung infection?"

Yep, that familiar tone.

When Gerald and James talked, they were both equally sarcastic.

As Gerald spoke, he walked to the bedside and carefully checked Calliope's condition.

Even though Gerald's tone was harsh, his eyes showed the concern of a responsible doctor.

James and Amelia followed closely behind. Amelia was holding a bouquet of flowers, looking a bit angry, but she knew it wasn't the time to scold Calliope.

"Congrats, you're about to break this hospital's VIP spending record."

As soon as James finished speaking, Amelia poked his arm.

"What are you saying?"

After putting down the flowers, Amelia asked Gerald, "Gerald, are you done checking?"

"Yeah, she's no longer feverish, and her minor injuries are healing well. A few more days of rest and she'll be fine."

"Then let's get out of here! They must have a lot to talk about now!"

Amelia pulled James and Gerald out.

In reality, Amelia didn't have the strength to pull them out, but they were both eager to see the drama unfold.

The room was left with just Matthew and Calliope.

Calliope finally spoke, "Are you going to ask me again if I have anything to say?"

Matthew had asked this question several times, and Calliope was beginning to anticipate his thoughts.

"As soon as you feel a bit better, you start causing trouble again, don't you?"

Matthew had never seen such a troublesome, infuriating woman like Calliope.

If she were under his command and dared to defy him like this, she would have been sent to some remote, harsh country for hard labor long ago.

Matthew's brows furrowed, and he took a deep breath before slowly speaking, "Calliope, I know we've had lots of conflicts along the way. Yesterday, you wanted to sacrifice yourself, but I risked my life to save you. You're important to me. Can you calm down and talk to me?"

"Talk about what?"

She seemed to have suddenly accepted his chat request, but there was still a hint of stubbornness in Calliope's eyes.

"Talk about your situation. The moment I issued your suspension letter, I used all my resources to find their weaknesses, even sacrificing a few undercover agents I had placed under my two brothers."

Calliope was a bit surprised at his compromise.

The undercover agents Matthew had placed under his two brothers must have been there for a long time, and he just gave them up.

But soon, Calliope found a reason to argue with herself. Even without her, Matthew would have dealt with his brothers at any cost.

"I thought you'd come back to me after hearing about Lisa being captured. But the next time I heard your voice, you said you were pregnant and with Harry!"

Matthew couldn't help but sneer at that.

"That was a bold move. Lucky for you, I caught your hint quickly. If it were someone slower, you'd be shark food by now."

"Matthew, why did you risk your life to save me? To you, I'm just an abandoned pawn. At best, I'm a woman you haven't had enough of. But you can find women like me anywhere. Why are you so fixated on me?"

Calliope finally let out her frustration, hoping for an answer.

If Matthew could be a bit more honest, maybe they could have a real conversation.

Matthew looked at her deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He seemed to want to say something, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back, repeating this several times.

"Say something."

Calliope was getting anxious, not realizing that her relationship with Matthew had become close enough for her to lose her temper freely.

"Because I don't want the little kitten at home to be lonely. It would be very sad if it lost its good friend."

What kind of answer was that! Calliope's heart trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Jerk!"

She pulled the blanket over herself, refusing to say another word to him.

Matthew looked at her angry expression, his face serious.

Because he had just realized something significant, which he couldn't say out loud—in this game, Calliope was the only piece he wanted to protect.

Calliope stayed under the blanket for a long time, even struggling to breathe, but she didn't hear Matthew leave.

What was going on? Was he just going to stay here with her?

If she just came out like this, it would be too embarrassing.

Finally, Calliope couldn't take it anymore. She threw off the blanket and glared at Matthew angrily.

"What do you want?"

Her voice had a hint of a sob, showing clearly that she was on the verge of breaking down.

Seeing this, Matthew's serious expression softened a bit.

"Callie, I..."

"Do you think I'm easy to fool? Do you really see me as your pet? Matthew, please tell me directly. What do you see me as?"

Calliope's voice carried a hint of self-mockery, her eyes red, tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to fall.

After thinking for a long time, Matthew gave the most sincere answer he could within his limits.

"Even a pet can be family."

Calliope was stunned; she didn't expect Matthew to say that.

Family? Was she a family different from the scheming Moore family?

A complex mix of emotions surged in Calliope's heart—surprise, doubt, a hint of hope, and a sense of humor and helplessness.

"I'm going to sleep now. Please leave."

With that, Calliope lay back down, but this time she didn't cover her head to avoid the embarrassment of having to come out again.