“Mila.” Laura was the first to come over and sit beside her. Looking at Camila's face up close, Laura asked, "Are you sick? Why do you look so haggard?"

Camila shook her head.

“No, I'm fine."

“Are you still sad about what had happened to your father? I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now. I'm sorry for your loss,” Laura comforted her as she gently rubbed Camila's back.

This gesture lightened Camila's mood. Despite that, she didn't tell them about her current situation.

“Mila, I'm here to tell you that I have to go back this afternoon," Laura said to her.

Camila turned to Forrest and asked, “Are you going to separate again A bitter smile formed in Laura's lips. "Well, his mother isn't willing to accept me as of the moment. We need a lot of time, and I can't wait here forever. I have to continue my work."

As soon as she said that, Camila understood.

“Okay, then. I'll drive you to the station." Camila was about to get up when Laura grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“I think you're not feeling well. Just rest here, okay? Forrest can drive me there."

Laura was right. Camila was indeed tired and didn't have much strength left. She flashed a weak smile at Laura and said, “Alright. Since Forrest is with you, I don't want to be the third wheel.”

Laura patted Camila's shoulder. "It's not Like that."

Camila chuckled.

After saying their farewells to Camila, both Forrest and Laura left. Now that she was fully awake, Camila stood up and was about to Look for Jaylen. However, Jaylen came to her instead.

There was a wide grin on his face, and he seemed to be full of energy. With a blank expression, Camila asked, “When can I see my child?" Jaylen snickered.

“I've told you that you can see him once we're married. Look! Which one do you Like?"

He had brought some wedding invitation templates and showed them all to Camila.

What a weirdo! Camila thought as she glanced at Jaylen.

She had already said that she didn't Like him.

The only reason why she had agreed to marry him was because he was keeping her child hostage.

Was he crazy?

How could she be in the mood to select an invitation template?

“It's up to you. You don't have to ask me anything,” Camila said as she sat on the sofa.

“Okay, then. Once all the invitations are printed, I'll send the first copy to Isaac," Jaylen replied smugly.

Camila ignored him and just lay down wearily on the sofa.