As Bella Stuart walked past an elegant partitioned flowerbed in the restaurant, she suddenly heard a familiar voice and couldn't help but frown. She stopped to figure out where the voice was coming from.
Camila Walker hung her head, thinking of Baron Stuart's ruthlessness, her heart filled with bitterness.
These past few days, Angela Reid had noticed her bad mood and decided to accompany her outside to clear her mind.
A few days ago, she had talked to her daughter about what had happened in Baron Stuart's office, and couldn
But, since they were out today to help her daughter clear her mind, she didn't think too much about it.
Camila Walker bit her lower lip, she had not mentioned this to anyone before, but today just happened to mention the past blood transfusion.
"It's not like that."
