She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts.

“Would you believe me if I told you that Trudy tried to have me killed?"

Marvin was obviously stunned. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his jaw went slack.

He knew that Trudy was always mean to Camila, but he doubted she'd try to kill her.

“She doesn't have the guts!" he protested.

Camila wasn't in a hurry to explain.

“I can prove it to you."

“H-how?"

“As of this very moment, Trudy thinks I'm dead. How do you think she'll react if she sees me?" Camila asked meaningfully.

As she spoke, she came up with a plan to expose Trudy.

“She'LL probably be scared," Marvin replied after pondering for a while.

Camila didn't say anything more.

Marvin pursed his Lips. He started to believe in Camila.

“Okay. I'LL cooperate," he said resolutely.

“Thank you." Camila nodded.

“Why so formal? We're family." Marvin looked at Camila with a slightly bitter smile. His face was sallow, thin, and his eyes were sunken. It was evident that the illness was slowly sucking his life away.

But in his sunken eyes was a trace of longing for family affection. Perhaps people would Long for warmth when their lives were hanging in the balance.

Marvin was no exception.

However, Marvin had never treated her like a loving father did, so Camila had grown rather alienated from him.

Knowing this, Marvin sighed and didn't try to force Camila to love him. Their relationship had been strained for so Long; it was impossible for her to treat him lovingly now.

“Trudy will bring me food at five o'clock," Marvin said.

Camila nodded to show that she understood where he was going with this. Time passed quickly.

“Hello, Marvin." A smiling Trudy came in with a thermos bottle at five o'clock sharp.

She was in a good mood thanks to Camila's supposed death.

Thinking about how the Haynes family's assets would soon be inherited by her son, she felt very happy.