Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Isaac no longer paid her any mind. He put the box back to its proper place on the shelf, next to a framed photo of him and his parents.
Camila’s eyes had been following him the whole time, and they were fixed on the open box. It looked familiar for some reason. “Get out!” Isaac bellowed, interrupting her thoughts.
Desperate for an escape, Camila didn’t mind anything else and rushed to the door.
If she stayed for a minute longer, Isaac might really kill her.
She dashed out of the room as fast as her body would allow
Isaac’s ferocious expression gradually softened once Camila was gone. He gazed at the contents of the box with a tender look in his eyes. His heart had turned into stone after his parents passed away.
The only flicker of warmth he had encountered since then had come from the owner of this bauble.
Although more than a decade had passed, he still remembered that tiny body dragging him out of the water. He recalled how hard she had struggled, but she persevered until the end.
He remembered looking up at her face, and how pure and clear her eyes had been. Even the simple thought of it now still managed to ease his raging heart. Downstairs, in the living room.
Camila pressed her hand against the wound in the back of her head to staunch the bleeding. Robin rushed over, having heard the commotion. He took one look at her pale face and demanded, “What's the matter?”
“| got hurt,” was all Camila said, her voice small and weak.
The old man scowled. He knew all too well that Isaac had a foul temper, but his grandson would never raise his hand against another without reason.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
“What happened, exactly?” Robin prodded. “| accidentally knocked over a box, and it fell...” “The one next to Isaac’s family photo?” Robin immediately asked. Camila nodded mournfully.
“That’s right.”
The old man sighed in understanding. “I'm afraid | can’t help you with this one. That box It holds something very dear to Isaac. Even | do not dare to touch it.”
Camila already knew this, of course. In truth, she should have already known from the beginning, seeing as how it had been placed next to a picture of his family.
She used to have something precious, too, but she had lost it long ago. It was the first birthday gift her grandfather had given her.
The memory of how she had lost it was still vivid in her mind. When she was seven, her grandfather had taken her to the Johnston mansion. At the time, she had known that they were there for a funeral service, and she just hadn’t known whose. It was only when she got older that she found out it was the funeral of Isaac’s parents.
Being the nosy child that she was, she had run around in the mansion grounds while her grandfather tended to some duties.