Female Novel
Chapter 1051: Blood And Money
Chapter 1051: Blood and Money
Camille gazed at Page, and every word from Page's mouth had the tone of reconciliation. Her goal
today was to make amends.
Camille could read this attitude, but she sensed more than just an attempt at reconciliation. There was
something else beneath the surface, something that puzzled her.
She couldn't quite fathom why Page's transformation was so drastic. Was it genuine concern for her?
Camille bit her lip and allowed the thought to linger for a moment but then pushed it away. She didn't
dare entertain where such thoughts might lead.
Her expression, already tense with uncertainty, grew slightly stiffer as she looked at Page. Her voice
softened, though there was still no warmth in it as she asked, "So, you've come to apologize and make
amends, haven't you?"
"Yes, I'm here to apologize, to say sorry to you. Can you forgive me this time, Mom? I know I've been in
the wrong. I understand if you don't believe me, given my track record, but I'll show you my sincerity
and my change. Is that okay?" Page replied.
"Very well!" Camille said with a faint smile, though her eyes remained unyielding.
Page was taken aback by Camille's response. She had prepared a whole bunch of words but now
found herself at a loss. She looked at Camille, who had easily accepted her apology, and was
momentarily stunned. She wasn't sure what to do next.
Camille observed Page's silence and blinked softly, "Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you say
you'd show me your sincerity?"
Page hesitated for a moment and then quickly picked up some pastries and coffee that were on a
nearby table. "I brought these for you and your colleagues."
Camille glanced at them and then gave Yessica a meaningful look. "Share these with everyone."
Yessica was also surprised, realizing Camille wasn't joking, and she reached out to take the pastries.
Page took out another set of snacks and handed them to Camille. "I prepared these for you. Milk taro
bubble tea is what many girls like these days. Give it a try. And this cake is mango cake; it's delicious.
Please have a taste."
Camille remained motionless, simply looking at Page. Her expression hadn't changed in the slightest.
She coolly replied, "I'm allergic to mangoes. When I returned from Flento, I had to rush to the hospital
in the middle of the night because I had your mango pudding. Don't you remember?"
It had been a long time ago, but Camille would never forget it. Mango pudding was a dessert that Page
had just learned to make at the time. Camille had considered declining but, seeing Page's attitude
change so abruptly, she hadn't been able to refuse. To please Page, she had eaten it, and in the middle
of the night, she had ended up at the hospital due to an allergic reaction, itching all over and running a
fever. Page had accused her of doing it intentionally to make her feel guilty.
Camille had been unable to say anything at the time, as she had been too preoccupied to explain.
Since then, she had never eaten something she didn't like just to please Page because it had only
made their relationship more strained.
Although they had never been close.
Camille's response to Brody and Page had been the same since she could remember.
Their relationship had always been distant.novelbin
Even if Brody and Page never contacted her again, she wouldn't feel any discomfort.
At that time, Camille didn't know why. She still didn't know the true reason now, but she had come to
terms with it. If something couldn't be achieved, there was no point in forcing it. It would only make
everyone feel tired.
Because of Camille's words, Page's hand, holding the things, remained suspended in the air. The two
locked eyes, their expressions filled with complexity.
After several minutes of this silence, Page finally spoke, "I'm sorry, Cami. It was all my fault. It was
because of me at that time, it was my mistake."
Camille gave a faint smile and took the things from Page. "How can it be your fault? You couldn't have
known about my mango allergy, so it's not your fault. You just shouldn't have bought me mango cake
now."
Seeing this, Page was taken aback. Of course, she didn't want Camille to consume it. If Camille had an
allergic reaction and ended up in the hospital because of what she had brought, their relationship would
worsen.
Page quickly said, "Cami, you're allergic to mango, so we won't eat this. I'll get you something else
later."
Camille replied, "No need. I appreciate the thought, but it's getting late, and I have work to do. Are you
planning to stay here?"
She asked in a way that sounded more like she was informing Page she could leave.
Page nodded and said, "Alright, I won't disturb your work. How about dinner tonight? Can I take you
out?"
Camille agreed, "Sure, I'll make a reservation then."
"Great, you choose, and we'll go wherever you like."
"Alright, we'll coordinate later!"
Camille smiled gently and had Yessica escort Page out.
She watched Page leave the company's premises, and when the elevator doors closed behind Page,
Yessica returned to her. Yessica spoke softly, "Cami, your mother asked me what you like to eat. I told
her I didn't know, and she seemed a bit unhappy but didn't get angry. She also wanted to exchange
contact information. I couldn't refuse, so I give her my facebook."
Camille responded, "Yes, but block her from seeing your social updates."
Yessica nodded, "Don't worry. I know how to handle this."
Camille gave Yessica a reassuring smile and then returned to her office.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Sienna, who had immediately sprung up from the couch.
The two locked eyes briefly. Sienna's exaggerated actions puzzled Camille, who couldn't help asking,
"What's going on?"
Sienna asked, "Is she gone?"
Camille confirmed, "Yes, she's gone."
Sienna appeared incredulous. She opened the door and peered outside, but there was no sound of an
argument or dispute, which was unusual. Sienna asked, "What happened? You don't need me to
protect you anymore? It makes me feel quite useless."
Camille walked to her desk, picked up the water glass, and took a long sip. She had spoken so much
that she felt thirsty. After drinking the water, she offered the pastries and milk tea to Sienna, "Afternoon
tea, want some?"
Sienna assessed the food and asked, "Is it from your mother?"
Camille couldn't help but frown. "Do you want to eat?"
Sienna declined, explaining, "I'm afraid it's poisoned."
She glanced at the brand of the cake and milk tea, which was quite expensive. Even though Page
could afford it, buying such pricey snacks for them was a significant expense. After all, they rarely
indulged in expensive treats from Page.
Camille sighed softly, and Sienna noticed her reaction. Sienna inquired, "What's wrong?"
Camille pursed her lips, her expression warm, and her voice soft. "I'm feeling a bit tired."
"Tired? Would you like to go home and rest? Work is almost done for the day, and the remaining tasks I
can handle myself."
"It's not physical tiredness; it's more about being mentally exhausted."
Sienna came over and gently massaged Camille's shoulders. She asked playfully, "Master Armstrong,
how's this pressure? Is it comfortable? Shall I get you a membership? The service here is excellent. I
can cater to your relaxation needs, available anytime, whether before or after work. So, would you like
a membership?"