Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 175

Dahlia had cracked the window just a little, just enough for Camilla to get some fresh air. But it was enough for someone outside to recognize her. Suddenly microphones were everywhere, being shoved through the small gap, each reporter desperate to get their question in first.

"Mrs. Carter, did you see what people are saying about you online?"

"Is it true Jasper isn’t Barnard’s biological son? How did you keep it from him all these years?"

"People say you only married into the Carter family because you got pregnant. Were you planning this from the beginning? When did you start scheming against Barnard?"

Their questions came fast and careless, built on nothing but rumors and wild guesses. None of them knew what had really happened, but that didn’t stop them from acting like they had the whole story. They wanted a scandal, and they wanted Camilla to fall apart right in front of them.

The microphones kept coming, pushed closer, almost pressed against Camilla’s face. But instead of flinching, she felt herself growing calmer with every nasty word they threw her way.

"Can you please move? I need to get out of the car."

"Camilla, wait..." Dahlia clutched her sleeve, worried. Getting out now didn’t seem smart. Dahlia could see how aggressive the crowd was, how everyone was pushing and shoving. It was dangerous.

But Camilla hardly seemed to notice Dahlia’s concern. If she stayed in the car, she wasn’t getting anywhere either. The reporters were blocking every exit, their cameras rolling nonstop. Camilla knew what they wanted, but she wasn’t afraid of them.

As soon as the reporters realized Camilla was getting out, they pulled back a little, giving her space. But the second she set foot on the ground, they closed in again, even tighter than before.

Microphones were everywhere, crowds of people with eager faces, everyone anxious for a headline.

"Mrs. Carter, please answer our questions!"

"You said just yesterday that you wouldn’t divorce Barnard. Are things still okay between you two?"

"Did you ever feel guilty during all those years you were happy with Barnard?"

Each new question was harsher than the last.

"If you’re that curious, go ask Barnard yourself. As for all of you crowding my home, you’re upsetting my child. I need to check on him right now. If anyone keeps blocking me, I’ll make sure to sue every single one of you," Camilla told them.

Her words made some of the reporters glance nervously at each other, a bit uncertain. Then one or two seemed to stiffen up and keep the pressure on, unwilling to lose the story they'd come for. There were so many reporters that they probably figured nothing would happen to them as long as they stuck together.

They crowded in so tightly that Camilla could barely breathe, much less move.

Then her phone rang. Susan’s voice, barely holding it together, came through the receiver. "Camilla, please come home. There are people everywhere and Jasper heard something he shouldn’t have. He won’t come out of his room, no matter what I say."

Camilla’s heart nearly stopped. Her voice shook, sharp with fear and anger. "Get out of my way. If anything happens to my son because of all these things you’re spreading, you’ll regret it. And to those who want answers—pick on someone your own size. If you’re really that brave, go bother Barnard. He’d love to tell you everything."

But the crowd refused to budge. Even when Camilla finally snapped, they only pressed in closer, determined not to leave empty-handed.

Dahlia, desperate now, tried to push through. "Don’t any of you have a heart?"