Chapter 970: Very Obedient

Chapter 970: Very Obedient

Ayan remained silent as he accompanied her to the car. He opened the

car door for her and handed over the medication. His voice was gentle

as he said, "Go home, have something to eat, and take your medicine.

If you're not feeling well, give me a call. Don't come to the hospital

alone, okay?"

Camille stood by the car, reaching out to accept the medicine. She

murmured softly, “Thank you.”

The two words felt strangely unfamiliar and distant, causing Ayan's

expression to turn cold. His deep eyes momentarily carried a trace of

indifference, and he gazed at Camille. His voice, though light, held a

hint of bitterness within it as he asked, "Are you trying to be polite

now?"

He spoke softly, with a hint of a smile in his tone, but there was an

underlying bitterness.

Camille didn't respond, and her gaze didn't meet his. She simply

pursed her lips and remained silent.

Ayan felt helpless; he had no way to deal with her. He could only speak

softly, “It's getting late. Get in the car. You can't afford to catch a chill

right now. After you take the medicine, have a good rest. If you don't

want me to go home with you, I won't, but let me at least drop you off at

your doorstep, okay?"

Camille bit her lip lightly, her voice faint, "You also said it's late. You've

been here with me for a long time, and I appreciate it. I can drive home

on my own now."

Ayan didn't speak further. Camille's cold and distant words hurt him

deeply. He feared that speaking more would only make him lose control

of his emotions.

She could be ruthless when she wanted to be, and he had witnessed

that ruthlessness before. At this moment, she seemed to be still angry,

and anything she said or did wouldn't be surprising.

In the end, he could only let her have her way. He took a step back,

giving her space to get into the car. After she got in, she closed the car

door directly and said calmly, “I'll leave now. I'm fine, so you don't need

to worry. Get home and rest early."

"Okay," she responded with a tone that was almost devoid of emotion.

He then watched her drive away, and he didn't linger either. He

immediately headed toward his own car, keeping a distance from

Camille as he escorted her back to Maple Leaves Mansion.

At first, Camille thought that his return to Maple Leaves Mansion was

just in the same direction as part of his journey. However, as they got

closer to the mansion, she realized he was actually accompanying her.

His actions made her feel bitter.

He was intentionally making her uncomfortable, making it difficult for

her to make a decision. While she felt a sense of security when he was

at the hospital tonight, in all honesty, if she had a choice, she would

have preferred that Ayan hadn't come.

As long as she didn't see him, her emotions could remain somewhat

calm. But seeing him brought back memories-starting from when she

had asked for a divorce, then his surprise appearance with the divorce

papers, and later his pursuit of her and proposal for remarriage.

Throughout these events, she had reopened her heart, considering

giving their relationship another chance. But it turned out that they were

never divorced.

She didn't view his concealment as a pleasant surprise; instead, she

felt he was calculating her. She had poured her heart and soul into the

relationship, but what did her sincerity mean to him in the end?

Camille became lost in thought. Her hands instinctively clenched the

steering wheel, and her face showed a heavy and profound emotional

turmoil. She continued driving until she reached Franklin Bay. The car

behind her finally stopped following and parked at a distance. It

watched as she drove into the villa, and only when the bedroom lights

upstairs lit up did it leave.

Camille didn't have the mental capacity to dwell on things any longer.

She ate two more slices of the unfinished bread from last night and

hurriedly took her medication. She even skipped taking a shower and

went to bed directly.

After seeing Camille off at Franklin Bay, Ayan didn't immediately drive

back to Maple Leaves Mansion. Instead, he went to the Simpson's

mansion.

Since Timmy wasn't at Franklin Bay, he had to be at the Simpson's

mansion. Ayan, who also couldn't sleep, decided to stay at the

Simpson's mansion for the night and accompany Timmy the next

morning.

It had been a day filled with many events, so numerous that it left one

feeling overwhelmed.

After a night's sleep, Camille's fever had subsided. She slept until

nearly noon. The chef and housekeeper had also returned, preparing

some rice porridge and light vegetarian dishes for her.

Sitting at the dining table, Camille ate her meal while using her phone

to make a video call to the nanny.

The nanny quickly answered the call and called out to Timmy, “Timmy,

your mommy's calling. Come here quickly.”

Upon hearing the word “mommy,” Timmy rushed over with his short

legs, much to Ayan's amused head-shaking. It seemed like when his

mom was around, there was no room for Dad.

Ayan sat on a nearby couch, watching this scene. His eyes involuntarily

tightened. He heard Timmy's childish voice asking, "Mommy, why aren't

you coming to be with me? Mommy, what are you eating?"

Camille answered one by one, her voice gentle and extraordinarily

patient.

Timmy seemed a bit hungry, his eyes fixed on Camille's bowl without

wavering. He even got distracted by Camille's words, all while eyeing

her food.

In the end, Camille had to raise her phone higher and asked softly,

"Have you eaten, Timmy?"

Timmy shook his head, "No."

The nanny chimed in, "Are you sure you haven't eaten, Timmy? You

just had a piece of cake a little while ago. Did you forget?"

Timmy pouted and murmured softly, "But I want to eat what mommy is

eating. I haven't eaten what mommy eats. I really want to. Nanny, can

you take me to mommy? I want to go find mommy."

With every mention of “mommy,” Camille's heart melted a little.

Camille said, "Are you missing mommy? How about Nanny accompany

you back?"

Timmy clapped his hands happily, then turned his eyes towards Ayan

and said joyfully, "Mommy, I want to go find you with daddy. Daddy said

you're sick, and I want to see you!"

Camille was momentarily taken aback by Timmy's words, realizing

there was a lot of crucial information in what he had said. She didn't

know what to say.

Timmy continued to call for mommy, and Camille was momentarily

taken aback. She then whispered gently, "Mommy's fine, sweetie."

She didn't say more than that, and her expression wasn't as natural as

it had been a moment ago.

Ayan going to the Simpson's mansion to accompany Timmy was

perfectly fine; after all, Timmy was his child, and it was completely

justified.

However, Camille couldn't shake the feeling that it was similar to his

previous visits to the Simpson's mansion, where he seemed to be

finding opportunities to talk and interact with her.

Camille bit her lip, wondering if she was overthinking things. After

Timmy's remark, her conversation with him became somewhat

perfunctory. They talked for a while, but she didn't mention when Timmy

would return to Franklin Bay.

Finally, the nanny changed the subject and said, "Timmy's teacher

mentioned that there's a weekend activity that requires parents to

accompany their children. She sent an invitation letter. I'll bring it to you

tomorrow or tonight, alright?"

Camille nodded, replying, "Sure."

It was necessary for the parents to accompany their child to such an

event.

Camille didn't say much more, and the conversation came to an end.

Timmy seemed a bit tired, getting increasingly distracted. When he

finally said goodbye to Camille, it was in a perfunctory manner. He

waved his hand and then snuggled into his nanny's arms, ready to

sleep.

Camille watched him like that, and a smile crept onto her lips.

After the video call, Ayan came over and picked up Timmy from the

nanny's arms. He looked at Timmy with warmth in his eyes and asked

gently, "Are you feeling sleepy?”

Timmy, feeling drowsy, nodded and leaned against Ayan, clearly tired.

Ayan smiled and carried Timmy upstairs. Timmy, clinging to him, didn't

want to let go. Maybe because Camimlle was not here, even for

sleeping and eating, he relied heavily on his dad. Ayan had work to

attend to, so after Timmy woke up and had his meal, he had to leave.

Before leaving, Timmy hugged Ayan's leg and said, "Daddy, can I go

with you? I promise I'll be really good. Mommy says I'm very well-

behaved. Please, Daddy?"