Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 311

Camilla slept in late, waking up to find it was already noon and still no reply from Sarah.

But she didn’t let it bother her. Instead, she headed straight to the hospital, checked in with the caregiver, and was relieved to hear that Elise had finally calmed down a bit. Only once her mind was at ease did she make her way to the office.

She had barely stepped inside when she spotted Sarah sitting in the reception area.

Sarah wasn’t alone—Shirley was by her side. The front desk had set out a pretty impressive spread, glasses of fruit tea arranged in front of them.

When the receptionist noticed Camilla, she greeted her politely, “Camilla, you’re here. These two ladies said they were waiting for you. They’ve been here all morning.”

Sarah looked up at Camilla, obviously nervous, her eyes darting away almost immediately. Anyone could tell from her posture that she felt totally lost.

It was just after lunch, so people were trickling back in. The lobby stayed busy, employees coming and going, more than a few casting curious glances at Sarah and Shirley.

After yesterday, Camilla wasn’t feeling patient. “Sarah, I don’t think we have anything left to talk about. You don’t have to come looking for me anymore,” she said, her voice cool.

Sarah’s eyes filled with hurt—that kind of injured look that begged for sympathy. “Camilla, I knew you misunderstood me,” she said softly. “That’s why I came. I just want to explain... I—”

“Whether this is a misunderstanding or not, only you really know,” Camilla cut her off, her tone hard.

If it had been just one thing, maybe Camilla could have brushed it off as coincidence. But things kept piling up. Even Tessa showing up at the hospital to pressure her about Lance had happened when Lance was away, unreachable. There were just too many things that didn’t add up, and Camilla couldn’t convince herself this was some big accident.

She looked Sarah over, taking in the way the girl seemed so delicate and wronged, like she couldn’t possibly be pretending. But Camilla couldn’t bring herself to trust her anymore.

Sarah just looked even more flustered, fingers clamped tight around the hem of her skirt, turning her knuckles white.

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