Chapter 915: Settling Scores

Chapter 915: Settling Scores

“I'll take them. As for the results, you can hold onto them until we

arrive."

Those words conveyed the importance of the results. The friend

nodded in agreement, putting Ayan's mind at ease.

The whole process was quite swift. From departing the Simpson Group

to reaching the test center, and then meeting Ayan's friend, it had taken

exactly one hour.

After they left, the two of them returned to the car. Camille remained

silent all this while. Ayan asked, "Why so quiet? Do you still doubt me

even now?"

Camille pursed her lips and didn't respond. Her expression remained

somewhat serious, reflecting a mix of unspoken tension.

Ayan cast her a deep glance, then reached out to hold her hand.

The next moment, she softly spoke, "If they are indeed blood-related

siblings, then my grandmother's death must be connected to both of

them.”

Camille's words were firm, but her heart was conflicted.

She hoped Preston and Eileen were siblings. If that were the case, then

Ayan's investigation would be correct, and they could easily uncover

Preston's main motive for targeting the Simpson family.

However, a thought flashed through her mind. If they were indeed

siblings, did Eileen's involvement in her grandmother's death implicate

Preston as well? But what had Preston said to her before?

He had promised not to harm her grandmother, knowing how important

she was to Camille. He wouldn't do something like that.

But was that truly the case?

Camille's mind grew increasingly muddled. Once certain thoughts

started to surface, they couldn't be stopped from spiraling further.

Sensing her emotional turmoil, Ayan spoke softly, "Whether there's a

connection or not, there will eventually be results regarding your

grandmother's death. Whoever it is, they'll have to face the

consequences.”

Camille nodded lightly, but added, “I know. I just don't want to wait any

longer. How can my grandmother rest in peace like this? She worked

hard to raise me, treated me so well. I haven't even figured out how she

passed away. She probably doesn't want anything to do with me

anymore, that's why she hasn't appeared in my dreams all this time."

Camille lowered her head, stubbornly refusing to let the tears welling up

in her eyes escape. She clenched her lips and her expression revealed

deep sorrow.

She missed her grandmother terribly. She hadn't even been able to

properly repay her for everything she had done.

Even though others might see her as having done well for herself,

Camille felt it was still not enough, no matter how much she did.

This incident cast a shadow over Camille's mood. When she returned

to the Simpson Group with Ayan, she didn't go upstairs with him.

Instead, she said, "I want to rest for a bit."

Ayan furrowed his brow slightly but didn't press further. He simply said,

“I'll drive you back."

"No need, I'll drive myself. You go attend to your business," Camille

replied, already heading toward her car. She didn't want Ayan to

accompany her; she wanted to spend some time alone.

Ayan didn't insist and merely cautioned her to stay safe. He watched as

she drove away before taking out his phone and making a call. After a

polite and courteous exchange, he ended the call and took the elevator

back to his office.

Camille, having driven out of the Simpson Group's parking lot, headed

straight to the Maple Leaves Mansion.

Upon arriving, she parked her car and was about to get out when she

heard a voice coming from the front window of her car, "Sweetie!!!"

Sienna's head popped out of the window, waving her hand with a big

grin on her face.

Camille stood there, momentarily stunned due to being preoccupied

with her thoughts throughout the journey.

Seeing Camille's lack of reaction, Sienna pushed open the car door, got

out, locked the car, and approached Camille. She lifted her hand to

wave it in front of Camille's eyes and asked playfully, "Why are you

ignoring me? What are you thinking about?"

Camille snapped out of her daze, her gaze shifting away from Sienna.

She locked the car and then reached out to hold Sienna's hand, saying

softly, “Thinking of you. How did you come here?"

Sienna playfully huffed, “I don't believe you. You probably didn't think of

me at all. Who knows, maybe you were thinking about Ayan?"

Camille gave a faint smile and returned her gaze to Sienna. She asked,

"Did Rex confront you about that night when you got back? Did he

settle the score?”

Sienna paused for a moment, a hint of embarrassment and shyness

crossing her face. She immediately denied, "Of course not. He didn't

confront me. I just had a drink, that's all. I didn't do anything

outrageous."

True, he hadn't confronted her, but she had to placate him in bed.

Of course, she wouldn't divulge the awkward details to Camille. After

all, those moments were quite difficult to put into words.

Sienna didn't want Camille's attention to be focused on her, so she

quickly changed the topic. She looked at Camille and asked, "What

about you? Tell me, how are you and Mr. Simpson? Did Mr. Simpson

settle the score with you?"

Camille shook her head, saying, "No, he's not like Rex. He wouldn't get

so worked up. He knows I wouldn't do anything like that, and he

probably understands that I was taken by you."

“You sold me out?" Sienna widened her eyes and complained,

"Although it was indeed me who took you there, you sold me out. I'd be

so sad.”

"Don't pretend. You wouldn't be sad at all.” Camille gave a dismissive

snort, then continued, "I didn't sell you out. We didn't talk about that.

We did discuss Eileen's situation, though."

Camille didn't reveal too much, especially about Eileen's possible

connection to Preston. Without solid evidence, it wouldn't be wise to

delve deeper into the matter.

Camille and Sienna went upstairs to their home in Maple Leaves

Mansion. Ever since Ayan officially moved in with Camille, Sienna had

rarely come over. So today, she seized the opportunity to enjoy some

unrestrained lounging on the sofa, waiting for Camille to prepare some

fruits and tea for her.

Stretching out on the sofa, Sienna propped up her head with one hand

and watched Camille's service with satisfaction. She chuckled, “I have

a request. Do you mind hearing it?"

“If you're not going to talk about it, then forget it,” Camille bluntly cut her

off.

But Sienna wasn't one to give up easily. Instead, she continued with a

mischievous smile, “I've been watching a lot of videos lately where best

friends take care of each other along with their husbands. I want to

experience that kind of service too. Your Mr. Simpson can cook, right?

How about you have Mr. Simpson cook a meal for me, and both of you

can keep me company while I eat!"

Sienna wasn't actually interested in the meal; her main goal was to

boast about having Ayan cook for her the rest of her life.

She had already started fantasizing about it, but Camille immediately

shattered her dream. Without any sugarcoating, she responded, "Sorry,

we're not remarried yet, so I can't promise you that. However, I can

suggest something. How about tomorrow? I'll come to your place, and

you and Rex can take care of me, okay?"

Camille silently shook her head, wondering what was going through

Sienna's mind.