Chapter: 911
Isaac stiffened and stayed silent.
Camila still stood on her tiptoe and placed a kiss on his cold lips. Once their Lips touched, he moved away.
“If I don't come back, represent me."
Then, he freed himself from her grip and said, "I still have things to do."
His intent was obvious. He was asking her to go out.
Camila's face paled. His indifference hurt her more than she could imagine.
She hated this feeling and she couldn't take it anymore.
She also didn't want to hurt him more than he already was, but...
“Isaac, there's something I have to tell you. About your mothers death."
Isaac's eyes changed. They didn't look as cold anymore.
He seemed to be waiting for what she had to say.
Camila was about to open her mouth and say she had no business in her death when she recalled Cathy's words in the letter.
She felt frustrated. Her Lips quivered as she stuttered, "I... I... I'm sorry!"
She avoided his eyes. "You have to believe me. I didn't mean to, I swear!" she added hurriedly and rushed out of the study as fast as her legs could carry her.
She locked herself in the bathroom and clutched her hands to her chest, trying to hold her tears in.
But she couldn't hold it in.
Tears flooded her eyes and before she knew it, she was crying.
She covered her mouth to stifle the sounds of her sobbing. The Last thing she wanted right now was for anyone to find her in such a mess.
It was long before she finally sniffed for the last time and cleaned her tears.
At dinner, she sat beside Isaac as usual.
She looked at the food, but had no desire to eat.
Isaac noticed this but didn't say anything.
He just took a glass of milk that Glenda had heated and placed it in front of Camila. After that, he stood up and left.
Camila stayed in her seat and stared at the glass of milk in a daze. Glenda looked at her and said in a soft voice, “The milk will taste better if it's hot."
Camila blinked and came back to her senses. When she Looked down at the glass of milk again, a tear drop escaped from her eyes and dropped in the white liquid.