Chapter 235

Camille tugged at the shawl around her shoulders. After a brief silence, she spoke, "Let him in. He might pass out at the door, and I'd rather not have to drag him inside." She then sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Dorian to enter. She was curious to see what nonsense he could come up with at this point. Taylor opened the door, and Dorian's body swayed slightly. He instinctively grabbed the railing to steady himself, narrowly avoiding a fall. " Mr. Foster…" Dorian's voice was hoarse, sounding like a pen scraping against sandpaper. His lips were dry from dehydration. Taylor sighed softly, figuring Dorian was here because of Lila; if only Dorian knew then what he knew now. "Come in first. We can talk inside. Camille is waiting for you," he said. Dorian nodded, taking slow steps forward, moving more awkwardly than an elderly person. As soon as he entered, his gaze fell upon Camille's elegant and distant figure. She was wearing her silk gown as always, and her white