Chapter 951: The Bottom Line

Chapter 951: The Bottom Line

She glanced at the unfamiliar number on the screen, its origin traced

back to Hance City.

With a slight frown, she picked up her phone, lightly tapped the answer

button, and pressed the speakerphone button.

Her voice carried a hint of indifference as she spoke, "Hello?"

A woman's voice followed, "Camille, it's me. I want to meet you."

Camille only blinked slightly, her brow furrowing unconsciously. Her

voice sounded aloof as she asked, "Who is this?"

The voice wasn't entirely unfamiliar to her, perhaps even somewhat

familiar, causing her expression to stiffen instantly.

The woman on the other end of the line continued, "Can't you

recognize my voice, Camille? Or has it been so long that you've

forgotten about me?"

Camille felt her heart racing, like it was about to leap out at any

moment, making her feel breathless.

Maintaining silence, Camille tried to steady her emotions, took a quiet

breath, and then spoke coolly, "So, do you have something to say?"

The woman's tone turned frivolous, “Let's meet and talk. There's

something I want to discuss with you."

"I don't think there's anything between us to discuss. If you have

something to say, get to the point. Don't waste your time or mine,

alright?"

Camille didn't want to meet. There was no real reason to, and she was

already planning to call Ayan from her home phone.

It seemed the woman on the other end anticipated this. Just before

Camille could pick up the receiver, the woman said, "Camille, if I were

you, I would never tell him that I contacted you. Because what I want to

talk to you about concerns your relationship with him. So, if you tell him,

you'll never know what he's been deceiving you about.”

Camille's brows furrowed tightly, her expression growing colder. Her

voice turned even icier as she retorted, "You're not me, so you don't get

to decide what I should do. If you dare to contact me, you'll have to

bear the risk that I might tell him."

The woman's tone grew somewhat agitated, "Camille, I'm doing this for

your own good. Do you think I'm still daydreaming? I've made myself

clear. I just want to tell you something about your relationship with him.

Do you want to be perpetually deceived? Or are you willing to sacrifice

your principles for the sake of this man?"

“This is my business, and it's not your concern. So, there's no need for

you to say more." Camille didn't give her a chance to continue,

promptly ending the call.

She didn't want to hear anything from her, nor did she want to know

what the issue was.

She had discussed the misunderstanding with Ayan last night, and she

wanted to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. If she was going to

listen, she would hear it from Ayan himself. At least that way, she could

ensure that other people's words wouldn't influence her.

Camille gripped the phone that had been hung up, her face growing

heavy, her complexion deteriorating. She soon received a message

from the same number.

The message said, "Camille, what are you running from? Are you really

that blinded by love? Are you willing to be deceived for a man? I really

look down on you!"

Camille immediately blocked the number, not even giving the message

a second glance.

Her expression remained solemn, and her hand clenched around the

phone, the grip turning her knuckles white.

She narrowed her eyes, her thoughts weaving a dense web, leaving

her with no escape.

Camille maintained that sitting position for quite a while. Even when

Ayan messaged her asking if she was awake, she didn't reply. After

some time had passed, noticing that it was already lunchtime and she

still hadn't responded to his messages, Ayan decided to call the

housekeeper directly. He learned from her that Camille was indeed

awake. With this information, he called Camille once again.

The phone rang in Camille's hand, but she showed no intention of

answering. She just sat there in a daze, her face weighed down by

heavy emotions.

Camille's silence persisted, the phone ringing for a long time without

any response. Ayan thought she might be upset about last night's

incident, so he sent another message: "Is it hurting? I'm sorry, may I

come back and let you punish me? Don't ignore me, okay?"

Camille only glanced at the message but still didn't reply. She was lost

in thought, pondering whether those words were deliberately

misleading or if there was something she genuinely didn't know.

Camille was lost in her thoughts, and she wasn't paying attention to

Ayan's messages or calls. She was getting more and more confused by

her own thoughts.

Camille didn't want to overthink, but she had been genuinely affected

by the woman's words. It was true that the woman's current situation

wasn't conducive to revealing any information. But was it worth taking

the risk of contacting her, especially if it was only to sow discord

between her and Ayan?

If that was the case, and the goal hadn't been achieved, then she

would be putting herself at risk for no good reason.

But at this moment, she couldn't possibly arrive at an answer.

Camille's downcast mood persisted for a while. She had been tired and

her body hadn't fully recovered yet. So, she took a short nap, although

she wasn't really asleep. Her mind remained awake the whole time.

She didn't know how much time had passed until her alarm went off,

and she finally opened her eyes.

She had set the alarm specifically to pick up Timmy.

After checking the time, she got out of bed, freshened up a bit, and

then drove alone to the place where Timmy attended day care.

The place where Timmy attended day care was safe. Even though she

was Timmy's mother, she needed to show her pickup card and sign

before taking him. Plus, the nanny was always with him, so she felt

reassured.

After picking up Timmy, she held him in her arms, while the nanny

carried his little backpack and water bottle. The three of them walked

out of the day care center towards the car.

As Camille held Timmy, she asked him, "Did you have a good day

today?"

Timmy nodded and hugged Camille's neck, responding, "Yes, Mommy,

teacher praised.”

The nanny continued, "He helped other children today, so the teacher

praised him for being like a big brother. He did great.”

Camille smiled with satisfaction, “Timmy is amazing. Mommy give you

a thumbs up.”

Timmy blushed slightly and laughed shyly but clearly delighted.

The three of them got back into the car, buckled their seat belts, and

Camille turned to Timmy, asking, "Do you want to go to the amusement

park for a while?"

"Yay, yay!" Timmy clapped his hands excitedly. Camille joined in the

laughter, considering it a reward for him getting praised at day care.

Camille drove them to the amusement park they usually went to, with

the nanny accompanying them. Camille stayed in the waiting area while

the others went to play. Normally, she was the one accompanying

Timmy, but today she felt tired and didn't feel like moving around.

As she sat in the waiting area, her gaze remained fixed on the people

inside the amusement park.

She sat there safely, lost in thought. She didn't realize when someone

had sat down next to her until the voice of a gentle man spoke up,

bringing her back to the present. Surprised, she turned to look at him.

Ayan asked, "What are you thinking about? I've been calling you

several times, but you didn't react. You didn't answer my calls or

respond to my messages. What's going on?"

Camille stared at Ayan in shock, evidently startled. When engrossed in

her thoughts, she had completely disconnected from the outside world.

Being abruptly interrupted naturally gave her quite a start.

He reached over and gently took her hand, his voice as soft as water

as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Camille snap out of her daze, her gaze shifting from him

to where Timmy was. Her voice was distant as she replied, “It's nothing.

I was just lost in thought."

“Then why didn't you respond to me?"

"Why did you come here?"

The two of them spoke simultaneously.

Then both fell silent.

Their gazes met, and Ayan was the first to answer, "You didn't respond

to my messages or answer my calls. How could I focus on my work? I

left you a message, didn't I? We were planning to take Timmy out for

dinner tonight!"

Indeed, he had said so, and she had seen the note when she woke up,

but she had forgotten about it.

Camille looked at him apologetically, and he asked, "So, what's going

on?"