Chapter 179

Camila lowered her head as she reached out to take the paper Theron handed over, folding it carefully and slipping it into her pocket. Guilt was eating her up inside. If it hadn't been for her mistake, Prescott wouldn't have had to suffer like this. Her nose stung badly as she kept her head down, letting her long hair fall forward to hide her tear-reddened eyes. "This is for external use. Just apply it on the irritated areas-should clear up in a few days," Theron said, handing over a bright orange bottle. Camila didn't notice. Still staring down, she missed the bottle entirely. It was Prescott who reached out and took it. He glanced at her, eyebrows slightly drawn together. "Camila, are you crying?" She shook her head but didn't lift her face. Tears were already running down her cheeks. She didn't want Prescott to see her like this. "Look up. Look at me." His voice turned firm as he reached out and gently tilted her chin, forcing her to raise her eyes. Through her teary vision, Prescot