Chapter 1102: Chapter 1201

Gale was enveloped in mystery.

My mother hadn’t encountered her until she revealed her witch power.

So, by all accounts, Camilla shouldn’t have recognized Gale or sensed any familiarity with her.

This implied that Camilla might provide a crucial lead.

My spirits lifted, and I pressed on, “Camilla, why did this familiarity strike you? Have you met her before?”

Yet, Camilla didn’t respond right away.

She looked at me and remarked casually, “First, bring me a jar of fine wine and a feast of scrumptious meals.

Then I’ll consider sharing more.

It’s been ages since I’ve savored good food, and I’ve missed it terribly.

”

Realizing this might be a pivotal moment, I agreed without a second thought.

“Absolutely, I’ll arrange that for you immediately!”

To demonstrate my earnestness, I didn’t delegate the task to one of my father’s aides.

I took it upon myself to select the wine and meals Camilla desired.

But after I presented the wine and food to her, Camilla wasn’t ready to let me off the hook.

While she sipped her wine and nibbled at the food, she kept finding faults.

After a bit, she complained with a scowl, “This wine isn’t strong enough.

Did you dilute it with water?”

Not long after, she moaned, looking displeased.

“Is this supposed to be tasty? It’s far from it.

Despite being confined for years, I’ve had better porridge than this.

”

I had no other option but to repeatedly switch the wine and food.

Whenever Camilla voiced a grievance, I would patiently replace it without any grumble.

Eventually, even my father lost his patience.

He scowled and mentioned, “Debra, it seems like Camilla is just toying with you.

Why put up with her antics?”

Yet, I persisted in catering to her.

I was well aware that Camilla was toying with me, but she had once aided my mother.

And it was for my mother that she had endured over a decade in that bleak cell.

I felt obliged to do something for her.

So, without any protest, I assured my father, “Dad, this is merely a challenge for me.

Once she sees my genuine effort, she’s bound to share what she knows.

”

Unable to sway me, my father reluctantly let it be.

After several trips, Camilla ceased her capricious demands.

She even invited me to join her.

“No need for more running around.

I’m somewhat content now.

Come, sit, and share a drink with me.

”

I sighed in relief.

I had finally touched her heart.

As we drank, Camilla reflected, “I was concerned you’d take after your father, given your closeness with him.

Yet, here you are, showing the same kindness as your mother.

That’s commendable.

”

Sensing Camilla’s newfound respect for me, my heart swelled with happiness.

Raising my glass, I proposed cheerfully, “To you, Camilla, thank you.

”

“Cheers!”