Chapter 268

When they reached Camila's apartment building. Craig was already there, holding an elegantly wrapped paper bag.

Seeing Camila draped in a men’s suit jacket, Craig paused slightly. There was a flicker of realization crossing his face: John had definitely lost his

chance.

However, he masked his emotions and greeted her with a smile.

“Have you been waiting long. Craig?” Camila asked.

Connor nodded slightly in greeting.

“Just got here,” Craig replied. His gaze briefly swept over Connor.

He mentally noted: This guy does look quite handsome. No wonder Camila isn't interested in John

He nodded at Connor and then turned his attention back to Camila, saying, “John knew how much you love chocolate, so he sent some over. I

brought them along on my way here.

A spark of delight flashed in Camila's eyes as she took the bag, giving Craig a grateful look. “Wow, thank you!”

“While visiting your mom today, I noticed she was coughing quite a bit. My dad suggested she should see a doctor, but she just said she'd already

taken some medicine.” Craig shared, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

Camila frowned upon hearing this. “She's been coughing since last week and won't listen to anyone about seeing a doctor.”

Craig sighed. His expression was complex. “It sounds serious, but she insists she’s fine. Dad’s worried. He wants you to talk to her.”

“But she never listens,” Camila remarked, turning to Connor. "Mr. Connor, I'd like to take a day off tomorrow to take my mom to the hospital

‘I'll come with you,” Connor offered.

Camila shook her head, a slight smile on her face. “No need. You have a meeting tomorrow morning. I can manage on my own. Don't worry about

me.”

‘lll arrange my work and come with you.” insisted Connor.

Camila held his arm gently, smiling softly, “Really, it's okay. It would be more trouble if you came.”

How was she supposed to intreduce Connor to her mom? As her boss? What kind of boss takes his employee’s mather to the hospital?

Seeing her furrowed brow, Connor guessed her thoughts. “I'll have the driver take you both tomorrow morning,” he said softly.

“Alright,” Camila responded with a smile.

Observing their interaction, Craig felt more assured about their relationship.

“If you can go back, dad will feel relieved.” he said with a smile.

Before parting~Craig reiterated his

concerns toCamila, then turned and

disappeared into the night. Connor

watched'eluctantly as Camila —

headed u upstairs. He gently grasped

Camila’s wrist. “If you need any help,

jusFlet me know.”

Camila nodded.

The next day, Young arrived early at Camila's place.

A stretched Rolls-Royce was conspicuously parked at the entrance of the modest neighborhood, drawing looks from the neighbors.

Camila was taken aback as she hurried into the car, half amused, half embarrassed. “Young, this car is too conspicuous.”

“Sorry about that,” Young apologized. “Mr. Connor asked me to pick you up. I thought it was for a trip to the office.”

Checking the time, Camila realized:it

was getting late. Going back to

switchcars would delay them ¢

further, and she had an appaintment

at. ine which she might miss.

After a moment's thought, she sighed, “It's fine. We're short on time. Let's just go.”

Young nodded and started the car.

As the Rolls-Royce smoothly exited,

the neighborhood, it turned quite

few heads, especially in the old-area

where such luxury was a rare sight.