"Lady, breakfast is ready," said the servant, approaching her with respect.
Camila Walker looked up, gave the maid a glance, and then frowned, "I'm not eating."
The maid paused, somewhat startled.
"But you didn't eat last night either."
"I'm not hungry," Camila Walker lied, even though she had actually been hungry for quite some time.
Upon hearing this, the maid furrowed her brows. She had clearly heard the growling of her stomach; how could she possibly not be hungry?
"Lady, if you don't eat, Young Master will surely—"
"Then take me to see him!" Before the maid could finish speaking, Camila Walker, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly raised her head and said to the maid.
Although she wasn't sure if this method would work, right now, she couldn't think of any other way.
She couldn't stay here any longer; she had to find a way to leave!
At Camila Walker's insistence, the servants had no choice but to clear away the breakfast.
