When he passed by Camila's room, he stopped and raised his hand to knock on the door. But just as his knuckle was about to touch the smooth wood, his hand suddenly dropped to his side Limply, and he silently retired to his room.

Inside her room, Camila stared at the open book in her hand, but she couldn't focus on reading.

She felt very irritable.

And she didn't know why. Putting down the book angrily, she ran downstairs in her slippers.

Glenda seldom saw Camila so impatient. Obviously, she was in a bad mood today.