Camila did not bother hiding it. "Yes."

For a while, Aldrin seemed to be caught in a trance before saying, “The cops were here to question me about what happened and whether or not I've seen her."

He was talking so softly that Camila almost did not hear him.

Aldrin was aware that Trudy had been kidnapped.

“Aldrin, you have to take better care of yourself from now on." Camila had no idea how to cheer him up.

Aldrin fixed her with a wondering gaze.

“My mother only died Last night. How did you find out about it so soon?"

“I..." Camila remembered Isaac's words and then decided to change her answer. "I heard about it from the police.”

"I see." Aldrin could tell she was lying.

What was Camila hiding?

Whatever it was, why would she hide it?

Was it because it was Isaac who killed his mother?

Was that why she was lying?

Did she want to protect that man?

Under the comforter, he clutched his hands tightly. His heart felt cold and hollow, and the sensation grew worse as time passed.

“I'm sorry," Camila said in a low voice.

Aldrin pursed his lips and muttered, “No matter what we do, the dead can't be brought back to life. Was Isaac not with you before twelve o'clock yesterday?" He looked at Camila expectantly.

Camila shook her head.

“He was busy working at the company.”

“I see. I'm sleepy, Camila." Aldrin closed his eyes tiredly.

Camila pulled the comforter so that it was covering him properly.

“Get some rest, then. I'll be here with you.”

Aldrin said nothing and simply closed his eyes.

At eight in the morning, Rowena brought breakfast.

Camila waited until she placed everything on the table before pulling her outside the ward.