Camila's words hit a nerve in Trudy. The matter of the inheritance was a sore spot of hers.

“You vicious woman!" Trudy snapped.

But Camila had already turned around, and was instructing the people in charge of the mourning hall to carry on with their preparations.

“Ah!" Trudy wailed.

“Blood! There's so much blood!"

Camila immediately strode over then. Sure enough, Aldrin's head was bleeding.

It must be a head injury. She crouched beside him and checked the wound.

Thankfully, Trudy didn't stop her this time. "Will my son be okay? He won't die, will he?"

Camila ignored her and just focused on assessing the injury.

There was a cut on the top of his head, but nothing too severe. Aldrin should recover just fine.

Camila administered first aid to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound. Then Aldrin was sent to the hospital in an ambulance, with his mother in tow.

That left Camila alone in the mourning hall.

She walked inside and spotted the urn in the hall. Her face darkened. Trudy had taken the initiative to have Marvin cremated before Rowena had even returned. That wench didn't even give the rightful wife a chance to say a proper goodbye.

Camila's hands balled into fists.

Trudy had crossed a Line

Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

It was a call from Rowena.

She was about to arrive and wanted Camila to pick her up.

Wasting no time, Camila went out of the villa and hailed a taxi.

She had to wait a while before she finally spotted her mother emerging from the Arrival area.

It had been almost two months since they had seen each other, and Joe had already grown a little.

Camila immediately cradled her son in her arms, a wave of joy washing over her at the sight of his little, plump face.

She gazed at the sleeping baby and felt her heart melt.

She couldn't recall the Last time she had been this happy.

Camila wanted to Laugh at the sheer magnitude of her joy, but at the same time, her eyes began to prickle with unshed tears.