"Camila..."
A low and hoarse voice rose to her ear, carrying a hint of pain.
Watching such a scene, Emily Walker couldn't help but feel somewhat dumbfounded.
It wasn't until that low and husky voice sounded beside her that Camila Walker finally snapped back to reality. She let him hold her tightly, forgetting to respond, and forgetting to push him away.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
It wasn't until the voice echoed again that Camila Walker came to her senses, stretching out her hand and trying to push the man embracing her away, looking at Clayton Howard in front of her with a puzzled expression.
"Mr. Harrison, what are you doing?"
As the words fell, Camila Walker noticed the gauze wrapped around his head; something seemed to touch her heart, but on the surface, she remained unmoved.
Her indifferent demeanor made Clayton Howard slightly startled.
But he had already anticipated this outcome.
"Camila, I'm sorry, I..."
