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Chapter 916: Lost In Thought

My Ex-husband Begs Me Back1,339 words~7 min read

Chapter 916: Lost in Thought

Sienna had no objections and immediately said, "Sure, sure. I'll tell Rex

tonight. I'll ask him to hurry up and enroll in a crash course for cooking.

Otherwise, eating his food would be like courting death by poisoning.”

She said it as if it were true, and Camille couldn't help but chuckle.

Sienna playfully reached out to tickle her, saying, "Alright, stop

laughing. I'm serious."

Camille made a shushing gesture and replied, "Don't worry, I won't tell

anyone. Otherwise, Mr. Baxter's image would be tarnished.”

“I don't know if he'd be affected, but I'm pretty sure I'd be

embarrassed,” Sienna boldly stated. Then, she suddenly shifted the

conversation, saying to Camille, "By the way, let me tell you, my

relationship with my mother-in-law has improved significantly lately. I

know it's all thanks to you and your mother-in-law. If you hadn't spoken

well of me and let my mother-in-law know I'm a good person, she would

probably have thought I was some seductive woman trying to lure her

son.”

Sienna genuinely appreciated Camille's efforts, and Camille responded

with a thumbs-up and a casual remark, “I like how you can be so harsh

on yourself and still curse like a sailor."

Sienna playfully nudged her and advised, "I'm serious, talk seriously."

“I am serious. Although my mother-in-law played a significant role in

this, the truth is, it's your likable personality that really made the

difference. Otherwise, no matter how much I said, it wouldn't have

made much difference, right?"

"Alright, I'll take that as a compliment.”

Sienna accepted the praise without a hint of shyness and leaned

against Camille, savoring the joyful moment that belonged solely to the

two of them.

Being with a close friend, someone you could talk about anything with,

always made time fly by. It felt as though they had only just begun to

enjoy their time together when it was already time for Camille to head

back to the Simpson's mansion.

Camille informed Sienna that she was going back to the Simpson's

mansion for dinner, so she didn't wait for Ayan and went back with

Sienna instead.

Since the Ward family's mansion and the Simpson family’s mansion

were in the same vicinity, and both Camille and Sienna were closely

related to the Simpson family, going together was natural.

However, Camille still sent Ayan a message to let him know, to save

him the trouble of coming all the way to the Maple Leaves Mansion.

Accompanied by Camille, Sienna first visited the Simpson family's

mansion. Talia had spoken well of her in front of Rex's family and

Sienna hadn't found a suitable opportunity to express her gratitude.

This time, she came specifically to say thank you. She had even

brought high-quality fruits as a token of her appreciation.

Sienna had a way with words that brought joy to Talia. Talia said,

"Sienna, you're Cami's friend, so you're practically family. When it's

family, there's no need to be polite. Besides, you're a good girl, and I'm

also thinking about your mother-in-law, my good friend. We can't let her

lose a good daughter-in-law just because you're new to the family.

These are all minor matters."

Sienna subconsciously glanced at Camille, who gave her an

encouraging look. With a cup of tea in her hand, Camille handed it over

to Talia, saying, "Auntie, even though you say that, I still have to thank

you for everything."

Talia graciously accepted the tea and continued to chat with them for a

while. When Ayan returned, Sienna said, "Auntie, it's getting late. I

need to go back and see my mom. I'll come visit you again when I have

time."

"Why don't you stay for dinner? This is your first time visiting our house

since you married, and you even brought so many fruits. If I don't invite

you for dinner, your mother-in-law might not let me off the hook."

Talia said with a smile.

Sienna quickly explained, "Auntie, I appreciate your kindness, but when

I have time, I'll come over. Cami has told me countless times that your

desserts are top-notch. I won't miss the chance to indulge in some free

food. Just don't get tired of me in the future.”

"Come over whenever you want. Of course, I won't get tired of it. I'm

more than happy to have you here!"

Camille chimed in, "Mom, Sienna also needs to spend some time with

Aunt Madison. If we keep her here, she might worry.”

Talia didn't insist any further, allowing Camille to accompany Sienna

out. She repeatedly reminded Sienna to come back for a visit, treating

their house as her own.

Talia's hospitality left Sienna showering her with praise even as she left,

“Your mother-in-law is truly wonderful.”

"Your mother-in-law is pretty great too."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The two exchanged smiles, and Camille added with a faint smile, "Drive

safely and message me when you get home."

"OK." Sienna nodded, then drove away.

Camille stood in place, watching until the car disappeared from sight,

before finally turning back inside.

Ayan's voice called out from behind, "Why haven't you come in yet?"

Camille retracted her gaze and turned around to face him. Her eyes

met Ayan's, and she said, "I'm coming in now."

She ascended the steps, moving closer to Ayan step by step, and then

they entered the house side by side.

The servants had already set the table with food. Since it was just

family members, there was no need to be as formal and reserved as

when entertaining guests.

Recently, Old Simpson's appetite had been poor, and he had lost some

weight. Fletcher and Ayan had discussed this issue multiple times and

even consulted with the doctors. However, it wasn't a physical issue;

the problem lay within his emotions. That was why he couldn't eat or

sleep properly.

Talia had also mentioned this to Camille, so Camille sat next to the

elder Simpson, coaxing him and feeding him food from the dishes.

"Grandpa, you should eat a little more. If there's something you don't

like, just let us know. I've learned to cook two new dishes recently. How

about I make them for you some other time?"

The old Simpson was in a relatively good mood. He had eaten a bit of

the food Camille had served, but when Camille tried to serve him more,

he covered his bowl with his hand and looked at her with cloudy eyes.

He spoke gently, "Cami, you eat. Don't worry about me. I'm not that

hungry. I had some porridge in the afternoon.”

Talia expressed her concern, "Dad, you only had a small bow! of

porridge in the afternoon. Even if you don't want vegetables, you can

have some soup.”

Fletcher also chimed in, "Yeah, Dad, the soup tonight is really flavorful.

Give it a try."

Camille pretended to offer him some soup, but the old Simpson lifted

his other hand and gestured to stop her. "You all eat, I'm fine."

With this, he had declined their offers, and further persuasion seemed

futile.

The four of them exchanged worried glances, their eyes reflecting their

concerns.

The old Simpson's lack of appetite for such a prolonged period and his

apparent emotional burden were not sustainable.

After dinner, Fletcher and Ayan went upstairs to the study, ostensibly to

discuss company matters, but in reality, they wanted to talk about the

old Simpson.

Talia stayed with Timmy, feeding him his baby food, while Camille sat

with the old Simpson in the living room, watching TV.

Even though they were both focused on the television, Camille could

sense that the old Simpson's mind was not on the screen. Instead, he

seemed lost in thought, his gaze distant.

Camille looked at him with concern and then picked up a cup of tea

from the coffee table in front of them. "Grandfather, would you like to

chat?"

The old Simpson nodded, attempting to smile lightly, using

conversation as a way to mask his inner turmoil.

Camille asked, "Grandfather, is there something bothering you?"

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