If this was true... their family had just struck gold twice!
Barbara had found a powerful man, and now Camilla had bagged an elite too. They would practically rule the city!
On her third day in the hospital, Camilla's phone rang. It was Adah.
Camilla braced herself, assuming her mother was calling to hurl insults or complain about her mood.
Instead, when the call connected, Adah's voice was disgustingly sweet—the exact tone she exclusively reserved for Barbara.
"Cammie, sweetie, why haven't you been home lately? Your dad and I are so worried about you. I made some fresh Pork Rib Soup. It's freezing outside, come home and have a warm bowl."
Adah used to say things exactly like this to Barbara all the time.
Never to Camilla.
In the past, Camilla would have been overwhelmed with gratitude and immediately bent over backward for her parents.
After all, she had spent her entire life craving their love and warmth.
But now...
She felt absolutely nothing.
"I'm... a bit tied up right now," Camilla said flatly. "I'll come visit you and Dad when I'm less busy."
Just the other day, Adah had threatened to disown her and screamed she had no daughter.
Now she was acting like Mother of the Year?
It was painfully suspicious.
Camilla thought for a moment before adding, "By the way, Daniel agreed to the divorce. We're finalizing the paperwork in a few days."
"Oh, that's wonderful! Finally!" Adah cheered. "You should have divorced a man like him ages ago! We didn't think it through before, and we let you suffer. Oh, Cammie, please don't be mad at Mom."
Even weirder.
They had been violently opposed to the divorce just days ago. What caused the sudden 180?

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