Chapter 941: The Lunatic

Chapter 941: The Lunatic

Camille felt an indescribable emotion towards Preston. Previously, she

had only thought that he might be a bit irrational in certain matters, but

his recent words had made her see through him completely.

He wasn't irrational; he was dealing with an irreparable mental issue.

Camille felt like she had never truly understood this person. Everything

he was showing now was something she had never witnessed before.

Camille took a silent deep breath, her expression growing colder.

Without waiting for Preston to speak, she said, "If you think all of this is

because of me, then why did you get involved? When you did all of this,

did you ever ask if I was willing? And now that things have gone wrong,

you're pushing the blame onto me. Isn't that unreasonable?"

As Camille spoke, her anger and frustration grew, and she didn't really

want to make their relationship so tense. Even if they stopped

contacting each other, there was no need for them to become enemies.

But Preston clearly seemed determined to completely tear apart their

facades before giving up.

Since he wanted it that way, she would comply.

After so many events had happened, Camille had gained clarity.

Sometimes, thinking for others could be unfair to herself and the people

around. Since she couldn't have it both ways, she decided to be a bit

selfish and protect herself and the people she cared about.

In response to Camille's words, Preston's emotions couldn't be

described as excited anymore; he felt like he was about to explode.

Preston let out a cold laugh and said, "You've wanted to say these

things for a while now, haven't you? In your heart, you look down on me

just like you do with Ayan, don't you? You think I'm the adopted son of

the Walker family, relying on Molly and her parents. So, you've always

looked down on me, right? Why are you treating me this way? I've been

so good to you, why can't you see that? Is it that in your eyes, you can

only see Ayan?"

“If you want to say it that way, I can't do anything about it. If there's

nothing else, then let's leave it at that!"

"Camille!" Preston shouted in excitement, "Do you really think that my

current suffering has nothing to do with Ayan?"

Camille remained silent, her lips pressed together. She had never

considered that Preston's situation had nothing to do with Ayan.

However, she had made it clear to herself and to Ayan that she

wouldn't get too involved in Preston's matters, and she certainly

wouldn't meddle further.

Since it was a matter between them, she believed they should handle it

themselves.

So, when Preston posed the question this way, her reaction was

subdued. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice turned cold and

distant as she responded, "And yet, dare you say that you haven't done

anything that has hurt Ayan?"

Camille's voice remained calm, "Then you dare say you haven't done

anything to wrong Ayan?"

“I haven't. From the very beginning, it's the Simpson family that

wronged me. Ayan owes me. The Simpson family owes me."

"What does the Simpson family owe you? What does Ayan owe you?"

Camille asked, but Preston fell silent.

He didn't answer this question, and he sounded like a deflated balloon

when he finally spoke, “Cami, I've said it before. Some things are better

left unknown. I never wanted to hurt you, so stop being with Ayan,

okay?"

Preston was only trying to get Camille away from Ayan, away from the

Simpson family. If Camille left, he would consider her child with Ayan as

his own. He was using this opportunity to finally reveal all his hidden

thoughts to her.

However, his words were off-putting to Camille. She found them

unreasonable. Her expression grew stiffer, and she spoke in a cool

tone, "Enough. Stop talking about these impossible things. If you ever

considered me a friend, then please stop. I really don't want to continue

listening."

"Cami, you're avoiding the issue. Why did you divorce and still stay with

him? For his sake, are you willing to discard basic principles and

integrity?"

Preston roared like a madman.

Camille's face paled at his last words. Her voice turned indifferent, "It's

none of your business. It has nothing to do with you. It's my affair, and I

don't need you to judge.”

"Cami! I'm doing this for your own good."

“I said, I don't need it."

"Fine, you don't need it. You don't need the good I've given you. Do you

really want Ayan to hurt you? Is that what you want? Ayan is using you

now. He sent Cora to a mental hospital, and now that she's out, he's

been searching for her. Do you know why? Is it just because he's

worried Cora might go crazy and harm the Simpson family?"

Preston gave a bitter smile. His hand was on his waist, his face etched

with gravity, his brows furrowed tightly. He said, "Cora knows

something that Ayan fears. Did he tell you about it? No, right? Why

doesn't he dare to bring it up? What is he afraid of? Cora knows about

the conflicts between me and Ayan. She knows that I didn't get along

with Ayan at first. So, she came to me and wanted to cooperate using

what she knew. But Ayan watches her too closely. She can't leave

Hance. If Ayan really had nothing to worry about, why would he keep

such a tight watch over Cora?"

Preston spoke a lot, and every word he said was telling Camille not to

fully trust Ayan. But Camille didn't offer much of a response, just saying

coldly, "Even if what you said is true, it's his matter. If he wants to tell

me, he will. If he doesn't want to, he must have his reasons. So, I don't

want to know."

Camille didn't want to hear Preston's nagging anymore. After

expressing her thoughts, she hung up the call without waiting for his

response.

During the call, Preston did most of the talking, and his words were not

well-received, so they were almost in one ear and out the other for

Camille.

After the call, Preston was infuriated. He felt like smashing his phone

into pieces.

But he didn't have the luxury of time to be angry now. Camille couldn't

provide any help from her side, so he had to think of another way. He

couldn't find Cora for now, so he had to deal with Louise during this

period. Only by doing that could he evade the pursuit of the police.

He took a deep breath. What happened during the last couple of days

had caught him off guard, and he had become visibly worn out in such

a short time. His beard had grown, but he had no intention of grooming

himself.

This kind of destitution had happened to him before, sneaking around

like a rat. He was tired of it.

But for his ultimate goal, he would endure until the end. Ayan, just wait.

The day he tore everything apart would be the day Ayan and the

Simpson family would experience his current situation.

Preston didn't have much time left to waste. After midnight, he left

Patrik's apartment.

Before leaving, Preston told Patrik, "Continue with your normal routine,

and don't go out of your way to defend me if anyone brings up my

name. Maintain a consistent stance with others. I'll find you after I'm

done with this.”

Patrik nodded in agreement, but with concern, he asked, "Mr. Walker,

the Walker Group is being managed by a professional team now. Will

Miss Walker and her parents permanently stay abroad?"