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.
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