Chapter 298

The ride back was quiet—almost too quiet. No one said a word. Lottie must’ve been exhausted from all the excitement. She’d barely sat down before dozing off. Camila Harrington stared at her daughter’s peaceful little face, lips slightly parted in sleep and cheeks still flushed. Her eyes softened unconsciously. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, gently casting fluid golden patterns over Camila's features. Her skin looked practically porcelain under the light—calm, delicate, and almost heartbreakingly beautiful. In the driver's seat, Sullivan Fletcher caught the scene through the rearview mirror. His hand tightened on the steering wheel without him even realizing it. He’d been turned down. No matter what, Camila’s heart still clung to that cold-hearted bastard, Prescott Somerset. Even after everything he did to her, after all that pain and betrayal—she still loved him the same. That kind of deep, unshakable devotion drove Sullivan insane with envy. But that guy... that guy threw h