"We are good friends. You don't have to be so formal with me. We used to share a bed."

Laura pursed her lips and replied, “Really? I don't remember."

Camila didn't let the indifference discourage her. She shrugged it off and smiled.

“Yes, we did."

"You can go now. I'm going to see Forrest," Laura declared, getting out of bed and leaving.

She didn't seem to care about Camila at all.

Although Camila felt disappointed, she didn't take it personally.

She believed that Laura's behavior towards her was probably due to her memory loss.

Camila was willing to be understanding.

Upon reaching the ward, Laura saw Forrest examining his mother's injuries.

She observed him silently, her eyes filled with coldness.

But as soon as Forrest turned around, she quickly put on a fearful expression.

The coldness in her eyes was replaced by panic.

“Is your mother okay?" she softly asked.

"Don't worry. She's fine. You should get some rest now," Forrest reassured her.

Laura stood there, unmoving, and said, "I don't think we can live in that house anymore."

Forrest nodded and replied, "I'll arrange for us to move to a new place as soon as possible."

"How did the fire happen?" she cautiously inquired.

"I don't know yet. I'm investigating it. We'll find out what happened later," Forrest responded.

Laura nodded in acknowledgment.