Chapter 912: Letting Go

Chapter 912: Letting Go

Camille nodded lightly, "Alright."

Mrs. Bell followed Camille into the car.

The two of them sat down at a nearby café near Simpson Group. After

ordering, Mrs. Bell finally spoke, “Cami, about today's meeting, do you

have any questions?"

Camille replied, "Yes, I'd like to know, was this decision made on the

spot? Why didn't you mention it to Mr. Bell when we were having dinner

together?"

Mrs. Bell sighed softly and said, "Actually, I disagree with it, but we had

no choice.”

"Why?"

Camille looked puzzled at Mrs. Bell.

With a touch of sadness on her face, Mrs. Bell looked out the window

and spoke in a low voice, "Cami, our trip back this time was not just

about handling the Modest Temple Hotel promotion. We also dealt with

the distribution of our respective properties."

Camille listened with a sense of confusion, her eyes showing her

bewilderment.

Some speculations began to spread within her, but she found it hard to

believe. After all, some things were not just visible to her; they were

witnessed by everyone.

Camille pursed her lips and looked at Mrs. Bell, asking softly, “I don't

quite understand what you mean?"

Mrs. Bell smiled gently, lifted her coffee cup elegantly to her lips, took a

sip, and a touch of bitterness appeared in her smile. She said, "Cami, I

trust you a lot and consider you a true friend, so I'm being very honest

with you, without any concealment.”

Camille had a vague premonition, and Mrs. Bell's next words confirmed

her thoughts.

Mrs. Bell said, "In fact, we've already divorced.”

Camille's eyes widened slightly, clearly showing her shock at Mrs. Bell's

words.

She frowned, not fully comprehending, “Are you joking with me? How is

that possible?"

The term "Mr. and Mrs. Bell" was synonymous with a loving couple in

Camille's mind. Despite their age, they maintained a youthful and

affectionate interaction, like young lovers.

They were romantic and held each other in high regard. How could they

possibly divorce?

Camille found it utterly unbelievable.

Mrs. Bell continued, "We've been divorced for over a year."

Camille fell silent, completely immersed in shock.

Mrs. Bell added, "Although we're divorced, we still bear the title of Mr.

and Mrs. Bell. We have a common goal, and for the sake of that goal,

we can't reveal our marital status. Besides, many people support us

from behind the scenes. If our situation were to come to light, it would

not only negate our years of effort but also implicate others. So, we

decided to keep this a secret after discussing it."

Their marriage might have ended, but their years of understanding and

the friendly way they interacted made it impossible for anyone to notice

over all these years.

However, it was only on this trip back to the country to handle property

matters that Mr. Mikkola had discovered their secret.

Mrs. Bell candidly explained this aspect to Camille as well.

She said, "We didn't want to make this decision either, but Mr. Mikkola

used our divorce as leverage, so we had no choice. We're aware of

how much effort you and Ayan have put into this project, so I'm truly

sorry."

Mrs. Bell repeatedly apologized to Camille, who didn't respond

immediately. She was still absorbing the shock of what she had just

been told.

She felt so shocked, so sudden.

She hadn't been prepared for any of this.

So, she really didn't know how to describe her feelings right now, or

what to say to Mrs. Bell.

Camille remained silent for a while before she reacted. She looked up

into Mrs. Bell's eyes and softly said, "I want to ask, what was the

reason for your divorce from Mr. Bell?"

"Our love had faded away, and beyond work, we had no topics left to

discuss privately. So, after discussing it, we both agreed to end this

relationship.”

Mrs. Bell gave a faint smile and continued, "We both yearned for

freedom, and the current outcome is the best for both of us.”

Camille nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, I still find it quite surprising. I might

need a little time to process all of this."

Camille took a deep breath, her mind still reeling from the unexpected

revelation.

The shock didn't last long, though, because Mrs. Bell continued, "You

need to discuss this with Ayan separately. If Ayan is confident enough

to silence Mr. Mikkola, then we'll follow his lead. But if he's not sure,

then for now, we can only go along with today's proposal from the

meeting."

Camille nodded, "Alright, I understand. I'll talk to him about it later.”

Camille spent a while longer with Mrs. Bell, finished her coffee, and

then Mrs. Bell left.

Camille had initially planned to return to Maple Leaves Mansion, but

now she couldn't go back directly.

Her brow furrowed, her expression grew heavy. After a moment of

contemplation, she walked to her car and drove back to the Simpson

Group's parking garage.

She took the elevator to Ayan's office floor, wondering if Dan had

finished his conversation with Ayan.

If Dan was with Ayan, Camille couldn't immediately reveal Mr. and Mrs.

Bell's secret. After all, Mrs. Bell chose to tell her, trusting her and Ayan.

Camille walked to Ayan's office. Kian wasn't at his desk either. Camille

had intended to ask Kian, but since he wasn't around, she knocked on

the office door and entered.

Camille thought she would find Dan and Ayan in the office, but she was

surprised by the sight that greeted her.

Both people turned their attention towards her. Ayan began to walk

over, but Camille avoided his touch and directed her gaze towards the

woman sitting on the couch.

The woman on the couch froze upon seeing Camille, her expression

rigid. She opened her mouth, her voice barely audible as she said,

"Camille, long time no see.”

Camille didn't respond. Instead, she calmly took a seat across from the

woman, her eyes fixed on her, and with a dismissive tone, she said,

“Indeed, it's been a while. You seem to be in good health.”

Ayan's gaze had been fixed on Camille since she appeared, never

leaving him for a moment. He personally poured a glass of water for

Camille and placed it in front of her, then smoothly took a seat next to

her. His voice was gentle as he spoke, "Would you accompany me after

work to go back home together?"

Camille didn't even spare a glance for Ayan, her eyes were still focused

on the woman across from her.

Camille's gaze was icy, sharp like a blade, and if looks could kill, the

woman sitting across from her would have been obliterated by now.

She didn't respond to Ayan's words and remained silent, allowing a

natural quietness to settle in.

It was only when the woman across from her spoke, "Ayan, since

Camille is here, I won't disturb you. I'll just contact Kian directly. I'll

leave now.”

"Miss Khan, what's the rush?" Before Ayan could speak, Camille

interjected.

Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Eileen with a cool expression and

said, "Why is Miss Khan leaving as soon as she sees me? Is it because

she's afraid to face me, or does facing me make her involuntarily

guilty?"

Eileen was taken aback and quickly denied, "Why would I feel guilty?"

“You should ask yourself that." Camille's gaze remained fixed on

Eileen, not missing any of her reactions or expressions.

Eileen pressed her lips together, standing up. "I don't know what you're

implying, and I don't have anything to say to you. Ayan, I'll contact Kian

myself. I'll leave now.”

Camille didn't waste a moment. She grabbed the glass of water Ayan

had poured for her and splashed it towards Eileen in one swift motion.

Camille's movement was quick and decisive, catching Eileen

completely off guard.