Suddenly, Camila stood up and announced, "I need to clean the guest room. Laura will be here soon, and she needs a place to stay."

"Ask Glenda to clean it," Isaac suggested.

"Glenda is preparing dinner. I'll handle it. By the way, it's rare for you to come home early like today. Why don't you go spend some time with your sons?" Camila responded, shaking her head.

Isaac nodded and agreed softly. Just then, Camila's phone rang. It was Laura.

“I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

“I'm on my way," Camila replied. She had been ready for this.

Immediately after the call, she left the house and asked Eagle to drive her to the train station.

Arriving swiftly, she waited at the exit. A few minutes later, Laura appeared, stepping out in a floral dress and a light-colored windbreaker. Her swollen belly was evident.

Camila's eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing her, Laura greeted warmly, “Mila.”

“You must be tired from the journey, right?" Camila approached her.

“I'm fine," Laura replied.

Overwhelmed with gratitude but unsure how to express it, Camila embraced her tightly.

After a moment, Laura gently pulled away and said, "Let me introduce someone to you."

Camila looked in the direction Laura was pointing. Behind Laura stood a man with a suitcase in hand. He smiled upon seeing Camila.

"He is my husband, Morrison Armstrong," Laura introduced.

"Nice to meet you." Camila extended her hand.

“Hello, Morrison replied as he shook her hand. They exited the station, and Eagle assisted them with their luggage."

Morrison took the front seat, while Camila and Laura settled into the back, chatting.

“Wie haven't seen each other for a long time. You've changed a lot,"