Female Novel
Chapter 662 Exchange
Chapter 662 Exchange
If the two really confronted each other, then the project probably wouldn't be smooth and peaceful
either.
Camille pursed her lips as she nodded, "Mr. Burris, don't worry, I'll talk to Mr. Simpson, and as far as
the project is concerned, whether it's me or Mr. Simpson or anyone else on the project, we have the
same idea as Mr. Burris."
Horace face distant indifferent, also his eyes, he said: "I'm just afraid that not everyone shares this
idea. Camille, be careful, do not believe in the wrong person."
He seemed to have implied something in his words, but by the time Camille looked back, he was
already in the car and gone.
Horace's words left Camille in silence as she wondered what he meant.
Was he to tell her not to trust Preston?
She could only think of that then. As for why not Ayan, naturally because she did not have this kind of
thought for Ayan.
Camille shook her head to collect her curiosity, then drove to the nearby supermarket to buy
ingredients for soup and some vegetables.
She came back to make soup and had a simple meal on her own, and by the time she got to the
hospital, it was late afternoon.
During that time, Ayan did not have a message or phone call, and she wondered if he was still busy.
Camille entered the hospital elevator from the basement to the ward with her lunch box. She was not
the only one in the elevator. There was also a middle-aged woman dressed plainly but very neatly. She
was probably not feeling very well. Her face was pale and she looked sick.
The two ladies' eyelines ran into each other and both nodded politely with a light smile as the elevator
doors closed and slowly rose.
Since they didn't know each other, they naturally didn't have any communication. Camille was thinking
about Ayan's foot injury. What should they do during such a period of time if it would take three months
for him to recover?
Did she have to take care of him for the whole three months?
When he was still in the hospital, it was fine, but after he was discharged, it would seem inappropriate.
Although their current relationship was closer, but they were divorced anyway, so it was not right.
So Camille didn't want to get closer to Ayan for taking care of him when he had a foot injury, and she
didn't want to live together completely with him just in this way.
When Camille was planning to talk to Sienna later about what to do, the middle-aged woman next to
her leaned over. Camille almost subconsciously reacted to immediately reach out to help her, so she
didn't fall down to the ground.
Camille hurriedly asked, "Is it okay?"
The woman nodded gently, not yet completely recovered, and said in an extremely soft voice: "Hmm."
Camille supported her, and she still had to carry the lunch box. Looking at her sickly look, Camille
gently asked: "Did you come to the hospital alone? Do you have a family with you? Do you need me to
contact your family for you?"
She took several deep breaths, then it got a little better. She said softly: "My son is parking the car and
will soon come up."
"Hmm." Camille held her up without the slightest dare to take it lightly, especially as she was not feeling
particularly well. Although it was only a stranger, but since she ran into it, she couldn't just be ignorant.
The elevator door opened at that moment and Camille helped her out. This was the floor where the
cardiology inpatient unit was located.
She has probably recovered a lot by this time, and her voice was not as weak as it was just now. She
said, "Thank you, if it wasn't for you today, I would probably have fallen down inside the elevator."
"You're welcome, sit down for a moment and I'll leave when your son comes." Camille helped her to a
chair in the hallway and sit down, then waited with her.
During this period, the two briefly said a few words. The middle-aged woman's name was Grant, and
she felt uncomfortable with her heart. This time, because of her son's begging, she had to come to the
hospital. In fact, she was not very willing to get hospitalized, because she did not like the smell of the
hospital. She had some rejection, but could not refuse her son.
Camille listened and could not help but smile. She said, "Your son is a good one, this is also for your
health and to avoid the situation just in the elevator. So, even if you do not like the hospital, you should
get on with the treatment for early recovery. If you are in good health, your son will also be relieved.
Naturally, he will not always make a fuss about it. "
"Well, you are very right. I also understand what you said actually. It was just that I couldn't convince
myself in my heart. But after hearing your words, I also think about it. Everything else is not as
important as health." Gracelynn smiled faintly. The years had left subtle marks on her face, but it did
not affect her beauty in any way.
Gracelynn and Talia were completely different women. Although both are very beautiful and very
gentle, Talia was a woman of elegance and nobility, while Gracelynn was tender, mature, and
indifferent to money and fame.
After Gracelynn had a few words with Camille, her address also changed from Miss Armstrong at the
beginning to Camille now. She said, "Let's exchange our numbers. Thank you today, your kindness
saved my life."
"Gracelynn, you are too polite. If you say so, then we should not exchange contacts. I don't want you to
do anything to thank me."
Camille was very honest and spoke her mind.
Gracelynn listened and smiled, "Okay, I promise just to keep in touch and never do anything to thank
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The two then exchanged contacts, and just as they were doing so, they saw Gracelynn looking in the
direction of the elevator and waving, "Jordan, I'm here."
Gracelynn said to Camille, "My son is here."
She smiled gently. Camille also followed the direction of her sight. When she saw the man striding
towards them, she was slightly stunned.
Similarly, when the man saw her, he subconsciously frowned with a slight surprise, and came to a halt.
Gracelynn pointed to him. "Camille, this is my son Jordan."
"Jordan, this is Camille."
The two glanced at each other and nodded with a slight bow of their heads, then both said, "Nice to
meet you."
Camille stood up as she said to Gracelynn, "Gracelynn, I'll go first then."
Gracelynn reached out to stop Camille as she unhurriedly recounted what had just happened in the
elevator, which struck Camille as a little too serious, and she hastily took over. "Gracelynn, didn't we
agree that we didn't need to be over polite?"
Gracelynn smiled slightly, "Even though you said so, it's true that you helped me."
Camille didn't think it was a big deal, but the man, who didn't say much the whole time while listening,
spoke in a gentle voice: "Miss Armstrong, I'm Jordan, thank you for helping my mother. I really
appreciate it."
His voice was gentle and low, with every word said very seriously. Although it was only a "thank you",
Camille could feel his sincerity.
Camille also nodded: "You're welcome."
Jordan gaze mildly look at her. He said without the slightest concealment, "Miss Armstrong, this is the
third time we've met each other. You helped me a lot this time. I owe you a favor."
"You are being too polite. I did not specifically help you with anything, just luckily met Gracelynn."
Camille looked at Gracelynn and said, "Since your son has come, then I will leave first, you have to
listen to the doctor's instructions!"
Gracelynn nodded and waved before Camille carried the bento box to the elevator.
Gracelynn looked at Camille's back and her voice was soft as she said to Jordan, "Camille is very
nice."
Jordan frowned and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?"