Chapter 57

Three days later, Camila was finally cleared to leave the hospital. That morning, Dorian had taken the day off to handle the discharge paperwork as soon as the hospital opened. Meanwhile, in the room, Beatrice was helping Camila pack up-but honestly, there wasn't much to gather, just a few personal items here and there, so it didn't take long. The two sat quietly, waiting for Dorian, when Beatrice finally broke the silence. She'd noticed Camila's mood hadn't improved at all, and she couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her. "Camila, did something happen between you and Prescott?" It'd been three days and not a single sign of Prescott. He hadn't stopped by, hadn't called, hadn't even sent a message to say he was busy. That kind of silence? Yeah, something was clearly off. Camila paused for a second, then lowered her eyes and said flatly, "He's probably just caught up with work." Beatrice could hear the brush-off in her tone loud and clear. If he really was just bus