My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1431: Haggard

Chapter 1431: Haggard

Camille didn't express her concern that Grace might get nervous if she was discovered, she simply calmly said, "Make the call."

Seeing her slight urgency, Grace then asked, "Is Cami okay?"

Camille just shook her head, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, her gaze fixed on the traffic light ahead, but all her attention was on the van in the left lane.

This time, she was grateful for the tinted windows, as it allowed them to see outside without being seen from within, but she didn't know if the photographer outside could capture the people inside through the glass.

Camille pursed her lips slightly, her expression unchanged, leaving Grace wondering what was really going on with her.

Grace quickly picked up Camille's phone and called Ayan, who answered promptly, his voice coming through the phone, "Hello? Have you arrived at the police station? Kian is there, I've told him, he's waiting for you at the entrance."

Camille sounded a bit anxious and said, "I haven't arrived yet, I'm on the way, encountered a little issue, I found out there are reporters following us, taking pictures without permission, can you mislead them, don't let them know we're going to the police station yet? No need for more chaos."

After listening to Camille's words, Grace finally followed her gaze and saw the reporters approaching them, her expression a mix of shock and surprise. If it weren't for Camille, she wouldn't have even noticed them.

Her face turned extremely serious, contrasting Camille's composure, making her seem much more apprehensive than Camille's subtle concern.

On the phone, Ayan also expressed his worries, his tone turning heavy, "I'll have the bodyguards following you up, focus on driving safely without distractions, leave the rest to me, understood?"

Since Camille was driving, Ayan was particularly concerned about her, not so much about someone following her, as he could handle it. Even if someone took pictures of her, he wouldn't worry, he would take care of it. He was just concerned that she might be distracted while driving due to other things.

Camille responded with a low "I know," and continued, "Don't worry about me, I'm calm, I just don't know what their intentions are, so I want you to replace out more."

Ayan also gave a deep hum, and after a few more instructions, the call ended.

Ayan had always arranged for someone to protect Camille in secret, so when he received the call from her, he immediately ordered the bodyguards to follow her car, successfully blocking the journalists who wanted to gather information by following Camille.

The bodyguards drove a commercial vehicle and forced the journalists' car to stop. They weren't concerned about any damage to the commercial vehicle or the journalists' safety, their goal was very direct. After the car was stopped, the journalists inside looked at each other, staring at the big men who got out of the commercial vehicle. They naturally remained silent.

There was a slow rising panic and worry in the air, but they still held onto their cameras, until the car door was pulled open from outside, and a pair of large hands took their cameras away, they trembled and asked in a shaky voice, "Who are you? What do you want? It's broad daylight, we're all civilized people here."

One of the bodyguards replied, "I can't control what you want to do, but remember, not anyone can follow others as they please. You have your professional ethics, but we also have our job. So let's cooperate, everyone will be happy. But if you don't cooperate, offend the wrong people, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time in this industry."

The journalists immediately understood the implication in his words, nodded quickly and said, "We understand, we get it. Don't worry, we'll leave now."

They reached out to take the camera and leave, but they couldn't take the contents of the camera with them. The bodyguards exchanged a glance and directly took out a wad of money and handed it to them, "Take this money, as for the camera, we'll take it. It's better if there's nothing incriminating in it, but if there is, it's not our concern. But if it's related to us, you should be careful."

The journalists dared not argue and could only nod repeatedly. Although exclusive information was tempting, personal safety was more important.

While the bodyguards were handling this matter, Camille and Grace had safely arrived at the police station.

Kian was already waiting at the station, aware of what had just happened to Camille and Grace. He opened the car door for Camille and asked first, "Madam, is everything okay with you and Miss Armstrong?" Knowing what he was asking, Camille instinctively shook her head.

Kian continued, "Mr. Simpson has already arranged people to deal with this matter, you and Miss Armstrong don't need to worry."

Camille nodded in understanding.

Kian then led them into the police station, briefly explaining the situation to Camille and Grace.

After a brief moment of silent communication between the two, Camille asked Grace, "Do you want to go see her? If you don't want to, then I'll go."

Grace remained silent for two seconds, then replied lightly, "You go."

She didn't want to see Regina anymore, as her hypocrisy and actions made it unbearable for her to face this person as if nothing had happened. But if they were to confront each other, it would serve no purpose. Grace wasn't a confrontational person, and she didn't want to be brainwashed by Regina, nor did she want to feel sorry for Regina just because of her words.

Afraid she might waver, Grace chose not to meet her, believing it was the best decision.

Finally, Camille went to see Regina, with Kian escorting her to where Regina was held. A female officer accompanied them inside, while Kian waited outside.

As Camille entered, Regina sat in a chair, looking up at her with tired eyes. Despite her faint smile, her face looked particularly haggard, as if she had aged several years.

She said to Camille, "I never expected you to be the one to come see me in the end. Although you're her daughter and call me Auntie, we've rarely met. Honestly, I do like you, but to please her, to cater to her,

I had to stand on her side. Honestly, if she's gone, you should be relieved, after all, she never liked you. Such a mother is better off not being one."

Regina said all this with a smile, but Camille's expression was icy, almost indifferent.

Sitting across from Regina, Camille looked at her and calmly said, "You're actually quite pitiful."