"Sinclair—"
Camilla's beautiful eyes trembled as she realized her unintended words had touched the unhealed wound deep in Sinclair's heart.
"The caregiver from back then still hasn't been found.
There might be more to what happened than we know."
She reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around him, as if trying to transfer her own warmth into his body.
Back then, Sinclair's mother had taken her own life by slitting her wrists after Jonathan's betrayal.
To Sinclair, it was the most unforgivable and haunting abandonment.
"More to it?"
Sinclair's lips curled slowly into a faint, indifferent smile, his strikingly handsome face betraying no emotion—as though it no longer mattered to him.
But Camilla knew better. It was all just a facade.
Her heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand, aching so sharply it nearly made her shudder.
Sweetheart,
I'll always be by your side."
No matter life or death, she would stay with him—always.
