Chapter 304

“Why so quiet? Guilty conscience kicking in?” Prescott Ellington stared at her, those deep eyes sharp enough to cut through steel, and somehow even sharper when they locked onto Camila Harrington like this—as if trying to peel back every layer she carefully hid inside. Camila's heart was racing like crazy, thudding so fast it felt like it might just leap out of her chest. She turned her face away, dodging his gaze. That level of intensity? No way she could handle it right now. “Why should I feel guilty? I said everything I needed to last night. If you don’t believe me, that’s on you.” But her voice wobbled a little—and yeah, she could hear it too. Weak. Totally not convincing. Prescott didn’t know Lottie was his kid, then why the hell was he acting all soft and gentle with her just now? Could it seriously be some kind of weird blood connection? Back in the day, she’d laugh off that kind of talk without missing a beat. But ever since Uncle Vernon pulled her back from the brink of death,