Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 158

“You’ve been in the hospital for a few days now, and honestly, I kept worrying about you,” Davina said. “So, I brought you some soup. I just… I hope it helps you feel better, faster. Barnard, I…”

“Just leave the soup here and head home,” Barnard cut in. He really didn’t want to deal with Davina right now. It wasn’t just about gossip—there were other reasons, too.

His attention drifted to Camilla, who looked away with a casual arch of her eyebrow.

Davina caught that look and felt instantly on edge. She noticed Camilla, which only made her more stubborn about staying. “Barnard, you still need to rest. Let me feed you the soup before I go. Camilla’s busy with work. She’s not really the type to take care of people. I should do it.”

So, this is what a rivalry looks like?

Camilla let out a soft, sarcastic laugh. “Well, since your shift replacement is here, I think my job’s done. I’ll get going.”

“Wait,” Barnard said quickly, his eyes on Camilla. Then he turned to Davina, “Davina, you should go.”

If Davina stayed now, he’d just be asking for more trouble.

But Davina didn’t get it. She assumed he felt awkward because she interrupted his time alone with Camilla.

“Barnard, just let me feed you the soup. I’ve always taken care of you. I’m more used to it than the nurses,” she said, already popping open her insulated soup container by his bedside, ignoring his resistance.

Camilla almost laughed out loud at the look on Barnard’s face. Davina never could read a room. She only ever thought about what she wanted, never about how it made anyone else feel. That was always how she was. Back when Davina used to show up at the company with soup for Barnard, Camilla was accused of being difficult if she wouldn’t take it. Now, the tables had turned.

Enjoying the drama, Camilla packed up her things with quick, practiced movements. She had promised Calvin she would check on Barnard, but now that someone seemed desperate to take her place, she figured she was off the hook.

“Davina, please leave,” Barnard said, sounding increasingly annoyed. “I’m not helpless. I can drink the soup on my own.”

Communicating with Davina felt like arguing with a toddler.

In Davina’s eyes, Barnard had always looked calm and noble, as if nothing could ever get to him. Hearing him talk to her so gently now, her doubts started to fade. “I get it, Barnard. I’m sorry for causing trouble. I’ll go home now. There’s just… one more thing…”

She hesitated, the words caught in her throat as she looked at him.

“You don’t have to hold back with me,” he said quietly. “Whatever it is, just tell me.”

Davina finally spoke up. “It’s about Daisy. Barnard, could you bring her back? She called me today. She said she’s miserable living with her grandparents. She’s my daughter, I carried her for nine months. When she cries, I feel it in my chest. I know sending her away was Calvin’s decision, but now… ever since I got together with you, her grandparents must totally hate me. How could they treat Daisy kindly?”

Tears started rolling down her cheeks. She wiped at her eyes, her shoulders shaking.

Barnard handed her a tissue. “I understand. Go home and rest. I’ll have someone handle it.”