The next morning.
Luther Family Estate.
When Camilla woke again, she found herself alone in the room.
The space beside her had long gone cold.
Her beautiful eyes, slightly narrowed, brimmed with heartache.
Next time, I can't afford to be this sentimental.
Remembering the battle ahead today, she quickly schooled her expression and headed for the bathroom.
Meanwhile, in the living room.
"That damn brat,"
Grandpa Luther grumbled, teacup in hand as he glared at Uncle Carlos.
"Did he really leave without even sparing me another glance?"
Uncle Carlos swallowed hard before nodding gently.
"It was past two in the morning, boss Sinclair didn't want to disturb your rest."
"Don't treat me like a senile old fool," grandpa huffed.
"That boy wasn't worried about my sleep—"
Grandpa Luther twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression a mix of understanding and exasperation.
"Clearly, he's forgotten his grandfather the moment he got himself a wife," he scoffed.
