Chapter 67

Cameron and Rosalie sat in the back of a sleek black Rolls-Royce. Rosalie had cried for a long time before her sobs finally subsided, though she still sniffled softly. After a short wait, Cecilia emerged from the kindergarten. As always, Cameron stepped forward to open the car door for her. Cecilia, her eyes rimmed red with gratitude, whispered, "Thank you, Cam." Cameron gave a stiff smile before circling around to enter from the other side. Rosalie sat between them, Cameron on one side and Cecilia on the other. Cecilia's injured finger wasn't properly bandaged; she had only wrapped it in layers of toilet paper, barely managing to stop the bleeding. Yet she didn't complain. Instead, once seated, she turned to Rosalie and said apologetically, "It's my fault you were criticized today, Rosie. I should have been more considerate." Rosalie's eyes welled up again. She threw herself into Cecilia's arms and protested, "No, Ms. Cece, it wasn't your fault. I didn't dance well, and that'