Chapter 227

“Ugh...” On the dark, oversized bed, Camila Harrington let out a faint groan as her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. “Miss Camila, you’re awake,” Willa said, her face lighting up with relief. Camila’s head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the fog before her senses fully returned. As she reached for the covers to get up, she froze—the second she realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her hand jerked back instantly, pulling the blanket tightly over herself. She glanced at Willa, clearly embarrassed. “Willa, could you please grab me a pajama set?” “Of course, Miss Camila. No need to be so polite—just tell me whatever you need,” Willa replied kindly, giving her a soft look before turning to fetch the clothes. A moment later, she returned with the requested set. “Do you want me to help you change?” she asked, handing over the clothes with a look of concern. Camila looked so weak and drained—eyes still hazy, cheeks flushed