Chapter 1003: Deeper Love

Chapter 1003: Deeper Love

Camille, of course, wouldn't go. So, her attitude towards Brody

remained icy. This coldness made Brody feel that Camille was impolite

and disrespectful. Brody's emotions flared up, and he angrily

questioned, "What do you mean by that? Are you not planning to come

back?"

Camille replied, "I thought we made things quite clear last night. Was I

not clear enough, or did I express myself in a way that you couldn't

understand?"

Camille's tone was mocking, and she had come to the realization that

there were things she couldn't hope for. She didn't want to maintain

even the basic courtesy with Brody anymore.

Brody was naturally displeased with Camille's attitude. He continued to

berate her, accusing her of being disobedient and ungrateful. He

believed that she was doing all this to get back at them for sending her

to her grandmother's house in Flento when she was a child.

Brody kept repeating these same things, and Camille felt numb. She

decided to end the call.

She had no intention of answering any calls from unlisted numbers in

the future. She didn't want to engage in any conversations with Brody

or Page. Their conversations were always the same, and she found

them tiresome.

Camille put her phone down and refocused on the soup she was

cooking. She sighed in resignation. However, she couldn't help but

worry about Grace. Nothing bad had happened to her, had it?

Camille thought for a moment and then hurriedly left the kitchen to go

outside to the garden. She dialed Horace's number.

Horace's phone was with his secretary, so it was the secretary who

answered the call.

The secretary said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson, but Mr. Burris is currently

busy dealing with some work-related matters. Is there something I can

help you with? You can tell me, and I'll pass the message on to Mr.

Burris when he's available.”

Camille asked, "Is he very busy?"

The secretary replied, "Yes, it seems he's dealing with some personal

matters. He left in the afternoon, and we don't know when he'll be

done.”

The secretary knew Camille's identity, so she shared what she knew, as

it didn't make much difference whether she did or not.

Camille didn't press further and simply said, "Alright, please let him

know to reply to my message when he's back.”

"Of course, Mrs. Simpson. Don't worry; I'll make sure Mr. Burris gets

your message."

“Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Camille sighed silently and then put her phone down. Her expression

was somewhat complicated, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.

Ayan's call interrupted her thoughts.

Ayan said, "I'm on my way home."

Camille was slightly taken aback and quickly replied, "Alright, dinner is

ready. We can have it as soon as you get home."

Her response made Ayan hold back a low laugh. "The devoted wife and

mother, huh?"

Camille knew he was teasing her again, and her expression showed a

hint of coldness. She said, "Don't get too cheeky. Later, I might tell

Grandpa how you've been treating me."

"What are you going to tell Grandpa?"

"Guess."

"Can't you say something nice about me? After all, Grandfather hasn't

been back for so long. Can't you be a little friendlier to me, given my

recent good behavior?"

“Let's see how you perform!"

Ayan chuckled, his voice taking on a sultry tone as he gently inquired,

"What more do I need to do? Is my performance not satisfactory

enough at night? If that's the case, I hope you can cooperate with me.

We're both in this together, after all. I'm making an effort, and you

should praise me a bit, shouldn't you?"

"Ayan!" Camille scolded.

“I'm here! Don't shout so loudly.” Ayan's laughter grew even more

evident.

Camille coldly said, "You can be quiet now. Stop talking. You're not very

good at it."

Camille didn't hesitate and hung up the phone. She quickly instructed

her aunt to prepare some tea and fruits, then went out to the garden

with Timmy to wait for the arrival of the old Simpson and others.

After about ten minutes, they heard the sound of a car approaching.

The household staff had already opened the door, waiting for them. The

car drove directly into the Simpson's mansion and parked in the

designated spot. Camille turned to Timmy and said, “Timmy, Grandma

is back."

Upon hearing the word "Grandma," Timmy immediately ran towards the

car. His little legs had become steady enough to outrun Camille.

As soon as Ayan got out of the car, he hugged Timmy tightly and kissed

him. "Timmy, Grandma missed you so much. Did you miss Grandma

too?"

Timmy clung to Talia's neck and nodded vigorously. “Missed, missed

Grandma."

Timmy was delighted, and he didn't want to let go of Talia.

Fletcher, who was nearby, reached out to hold him, but Timmy firmly

rejected him, wanting to stick with Talia alone.

Camille approached the car and greeted Fletcher, then went to help the

old Simpsons out of the car.

She smiled and called out, "Grandpa, welcome back!"

"Very good, very good. I'm happy to be back. It's been so long since

I've seen you and Timmy. I was afraid you'd forget me," the old

Simpson said, not mentioning Ayan at all, which made Camille

suppress a smile. She glanced at Ayan casually, her eyes slightly

raised, and she smiled as if to say, "See, Grandpa doesn't even notice

you."

Ayan shook his head helplessly, but his eyes still doted on her.

Camille helped the old Simpson walk towards the house, and they

walked rather slowly. The household staff had retreated, leaving only

the two of them. Taking advantage of this moment, the old Simpson

asked, "Cami, have you been getting along well with him lately?"

The old Simpson's concern for her remained the same, and he always

worried about her relationship with Ayan.

Camille suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he was getting

older, yet he was still so concerned about them. Camille's expression

showed a hint of guilt and unease. She replied in a somewhat subdued

tone, "Grandpa, we're doing fine."

“That's good. As long as you're fine, I'm happy. Since he's been

behaving well, would you consider giving him a chance? Let him make

up for how he treated you in the past?"

The old Simpson looked at Camille with warmth in his eyes.

He was always like this, thinking of Camille in everything he did. He

was genuinely good to her.

Camille bit her lip and smiled gently. She said, "Grandpa, are you

pressuring me as soon as you return? Didn't you say I should test him

carefully? Now that you're back, do you want to test him for me as

well?"

"Alright. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you,” the old Simpson didn't

push further, even though he knew Camille was declining his

suggestion. There was no change in his emotions. He wore a light

smile on his face and expressed his support for Camille in his words.

With that said, they returned to the house. Camille helped the old

Simpson sit on the living room sofa. "Grandpa, the dinner is almost

ready."

The old Simpson took a sip of water from the glass Camille handed him

and said, "Just water is fine for me. I'm not in the mood for food after

sitting in the car for so long.”

Camille looked concerned. She said softly, “Grandpa, I made soup for

you with my own hands. Won't you at least have a taste? I understand

that you may not have much of an appetite after the journey, but

please, just a few sips. It would mean a lot to me. Please?"

Camille's gentle voice coaxed the old Simpson. Fletcher, Talia, and

Ayan also joined in, saying, "Just have a taste, Cami put a lot of effort

into it."

Camille couldn't help but add, "Grandpa, Ayan is watching. If you don't

eat, he'll make fun of me, and when it's just the two of us, he'll tease

me about how you love him more. So please, do it for me?"