Luther Family Manor.
Camilla, bored after waking up, idly flipped through a medical textbook. Suddenly, the tablet beside her buzzed to life.
The moment she saw the caller's name, she set the book aside, her eyes lighting up with a smile as she answered.
"Fanny."
But Tiffany, her mind in turmoil and eager to confide in her best friend, instantly detected something off in Camilla's voice.
"Camilla, what's wrong?
Are you feeling unwell?
You sound so weak."
"Don't worry, Fanny," Camilla knew her best friend was easily spooked, so she deliberately kept her tone light, flashing a reassuring smile.
"What could possibly happen to me?"
"Camilla!!"
Tiffany wasn't fooled by her friend's forced nonchalance.
Annoyed, she hung up the voice call without another word.
Staring at her now-silent phone, Camilla let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her delicate but pale face softening with affectionate exasperation.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
