Camila tried to deflect Rowena's suspicions with a strained smile, but it only served to accentuate the unnaturalness of the situation.

“If you can't muster a genuine smile, don't force it. It's unsettling,"

Rowena retorted, her tone tinged with disappointment. “If you're not ready to confide in me, I won't pry. I'll go pack my things."

Then, she turned around and entered the room.

"Mom, could you carry Bowen for me?" Camila's voice trembled slightly as she made the request.