Chapter 1051: Blood And Money

Chapter 1051: Blood and Money

Camille gazed at Page, and every word from Page's mouth had the

tone of reconciliation. Her goal today was to make amends.

Camille could read this attitude, but she sensed more than just an

attempt at reconciliation. There was something else beneath the

surface, something that puzzled her.

She couldn't quite fathom why Page's transformation was so drastic.

Was it genuine concern for her?

Camille bit her lip and allowed the thought to linger for a moment but

then pushed it away. She didn't dare entertain where such thoughts

might lead.

Her expression, already tense with uncertainty, grew slightly stiffer as

she looked at Page. Her voice softened, though there was still no

warmth in it as she asked, "So, you've come to apologize and make

amends, haven't you?"

“Yes, I'm here to apologize, to say sorry to you. Can you forgive me this

time, Mom? I know I've been in the wrong. I understand if you don't

believe me, given my track record, but I'll show you my sincerity and

my change. Is that okay?" Page replied.

"Very well!" Camille said with a faint smile, though her eyes remained

unyielding.

Page was taken aback by Camille's response. She had prepared a

whole bunch of words but now found herself at a loss. She looked at

Camille, who had easily accepted her apology, and was momentarily

stunned. She wasn't sure what to do next.

Camille observed Page's silence and blinked softly, "Why aren't you

saying anything? Didn't you say you'd show me your sincerity?"

Page hesitated for a moment and then quickly picked up some pastries

and coffee that were on a nearby table. "I brought these for you and

your colleagues.”

Camille glanced at them and then gave Yessica a meaningful look.

"Share these with everyone."

Yessica was also surprised, realizing Camille wasn't joking, and she

reached out to take the pastries.

Page took out another set of snacks and handed them to Camille. "I

prepared these for you. Milk taro bubble tea is what many girls like

these days. Give it a try. And this cake is mango cake; it's delicious.

Please have a taste.”

Camille remained motionless, simply looking at Page. Her expression

hadn't changed in the slightest. She coolly replied, "I'm allergic to

mangoes. When I returned from Flento, I had to rush to the hospital in

the middle of the night because I had your mango pudding. Don't you

remember?"

It had been a long time ago, but Camille would never forget it. Mango

pudding was a dessert that Page had just learned to make at the time.

Camille had considered declining but, seeing Page's attitude change so

abruptly, she hadn't been able to refuse. To please Page, she had

eaten it, and in the middle of the night, she had ended up at the

hospital due to an allergic reaction, itching all over and running a fever.

Page had accused her of doing it intentionally to make her feel guilty.

Camille had been unable to say anything at the time, as she had been

too preoccupied to explain.

Since then, she had never eaten something she didn't like just to

please Page because it had only made their relationship more strained.

Although they had never been close.

Camille's response to Brody and Page had been the same since she

could remember.

Their relationship had always been distant.

Even if Brody and Page never contacted her again, she wouldn't feel

any discomfort.

At that time, Camille didn't know why. She still didn't know the true

reason now, but she had come to terms with it. If something couldn't be

achieved, there was no point in forcing it. It would only make everyone

feel tired.

Because of Camille's words, Page's hand, holding the things, remained

suspended in the air. The two locked eyes, their expressions filled with

complexity.

After several minutes of this silence, Page finally spoke, "I'm sorry,

Cami. It was all my fault. It was because of me at that time, it was my

mistake."

Camille gave a faint smile and took the things from Page. "How can it

be your fault? You couldn't have known about my mango allergy, so it's

not your fault. You just shouldn't have bought me mango cake now."

Seeing this, Page was taken aback. Of course, she didn't want Camille

to consume it. If Camille had an allergic reaction and ended up in the

hospital because of what she had brought, their relationship would

worsen.

Page quickly said, "Cami, you're allergic to mango, so we won't eat

this. I'll get you something else later."

Camille replied, "No need. I appreciate the thought, but it's getting late,

and I have work to do. Are you planning to stay here?"

She asked in a way that sounded more like she was informing Page

she could leave.

Page nodded and said, "Alright, I won't disturb your work. How about

dinner tonight? Can I take you out?"

Camille agreed, "Sure, I'll make a reservation then."

"Great, you choose, and we'll go wherever you like."

"Alright, we'll coordinate later!"

Camille smiled gently and had Yessica escort Page out.

She watched Page leave the company's premises, and when the

elevator doors closed behind Page, Yessica returned to her. Yessica

spoke softly, “Cami, your mother asked me what you like to eat. I told

her I didn't know, and she seemed a bit unhappy but didn't get angry.

She also wanted to exchange contact information. I couldn't refuse, so I

give her my facebook.”

Camille responded, "Yes, but block her from seeing your social

updates.”

Yessica nodded, "Don't worry. I know how to handle this."

Camille gave Yessica a reassuring smile and then returned to her

office.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Sienna, who had

immediately sprung up from the couch. The two locked eyes briefly.

Sienna's exaggerated actions puzzled Camille, who couldn't help

asking, "What's going on?"

Sienna asked, "Is she gone?"

Camille confirmed, "Yes, she's gone."

Sienna appeared incredulous. She opened the door and peered

outside, but there was no sound of an argument or dispute, which was

unusual. Sienna asked, "What happened? You don't need me to protect

you anymore? It makes me feel quite useless.”

Camille walked to her desk, picked up the water glass, and took a long

sip. She had spoken so much that she felt thirsty. After drinking the

water, she offered the pastries and milk tea to Sienna, "Afternoon tea,

want some?"

Sienna assessed the food and asked, "Is it from your mother?"

Camille couldn't help but frown. "Do you want to eat?"

Sienna declined, explaining, "I'm afraid it's poisoned.”

She glanced at the brand of the cake and milk tea, which was quite

expensive. Even though Page could afford it, buying such pricey

snacks for them was a significant expense. After all, they rarely

indulged in expensive treats from Page.

Camille sighed softly, and Sienna noticed her reaction. Sienna inquired,

"What's wrong?"

Camille pursed her lips, her expression warm, and her voice soft. "I'm

feeling a bit tired.”

“Tired? Would you like to go home and rest? Work is almost done for

the day, and the remaining tasks I can handle myself."

“I's not physical tiredness; it's more about being mentally exhausted.”

Sienna came over and gently massaged Camille's shoulders. She

asked playfully, "Master Armstrong, how's this pressure? Is it

comfortable? Shall I get you a membership? The service here is

excellent. I can cater to your relaxation needs, available anytime,

whether before or after work. So, would you like a membership?"