My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 915: Settling Scores

Chapter 915: Settling Scores

“I'll take them. As for the results, you can hold onto them until wearrive."

Those words conveyed the importance of the results. The friendnodded in agreement, putting Ayan's mind at ease.

The whole process was quite swift. From departing the Simpson Groupto reaching the test center, and then meeting Ayan's friend, it had takenexactly one hour.

After they left, the two of them returned to the car. Camille remainedsilent all this while. Ayan asked, "Why so quiet? Do you still doubt meeven now?"

Camille pursed her lips and didn't respond. Her expression remainedsomewhat serious, reflecting a mix of unspoken tension.

Ayan cast her a deep glance, then reached out to hold her hand.

The next moment, she softly spoke, "If they are indeed blood-relatedsiblings, then my grandmother's death must be connected to both ofthem.”

Camille's words were firm, but her heart was conflicted.

She hoped Preston and Eileen were siblings. If that were the case, thenAyan's investigation would be correct, and they could easily uncoverPreston's main motive for targeting the Simpson family.

However, a thought flashed through her mind. If they were indeedsiblings, did Eileen's involvement in her grandmother's death implicatePreston as well? But what had Preston said to her before?

He had promised not to harm her grandmother, knowing how importantshe was to Camille. He wouldn't do something like that.

But was that truly the case?

Camille's mind grew increasingly muddled. Once certain thoughtsstarted to surface, they couldn't be stopped from spiraling further.Sensing her emotional turmoil, Ayan spoke softly, "Whether there's aconnection or not, there will eventually be results regarding yourgrandmother's death. Whoever it is, they'll have to face theconsequences.”

Camille nodded lightly, but added, “I know. I just don't want to wait anylonger. How can my grandmother rest in peace like this? She workedhard to raise me, treated me so well. I haven't even figured out how shepassed away. She probably doesn't want anything to do with meanymore, that's why she hasn't appeared in my dreams all this time."Camille lowered her head, stubbornly refusing to let the tears welling upin her eyes escape. She clenched her lips and her expression revealeddeep sorrow.

She missed her grandmother terribly. She hadn't even been able toproperly repay her for everything she had done.

Even though others might see her as having done well for herself,Camille felt it was still not enough, no matter how much she did.

This incident cast a shadow over Camille's mood. When she returnedto the Simpson Group with Ayan, she didn't go upstairs with him.Instead, she said, "I want to rest for a bit."

Ayan furrowed his brow slightly but didn't press further. He simply said,“I'll drive you back."

"No need, I'll drive myself. You go attend to your business," Camillereplied, already heading toward her car. She didn't want Ayan toaccompany her; she wanted to spend some time alone.

Ayan didn't insist and merely cautioned her to stay safe. He watched asshe drove away before taking out his phone and making a call. After apolite and courteous exchange, he ended the call and took the elevatorback to his office.

Camille, having driven out of the Simpson Group's parking lot, headedstraight to the Maple Leaves Mansion.

Upon arriving, she parked her car and was about to get out when sheheard a voice coming from the front window of her car, "Sweetie!!!"Sienna's head popped out of the window, waving her hand with a biggrin on her face.

Camille stood there, momentarily stunned due to being preoccupiedwith her thoughts throughout the journey.

Seeing Camille's lack of reaction, Sienna pushed open the car door, gotout, locked the car, and approached Camille. She lifted her hand towave it in front of Camille's eyes and asked playfully, "Why are youignoring me? What are you thinking about?"

Camille snapped out of her daze, her gaze shifting away from Sienna.She locked the car and then reached out to hold Sienna's hand, sayingsoftly, “Thinking of you. How did you come here?"

Sienna playfully huffed, “I don't believe you. You probably didn't think ofme at all. Who knows, maybe you were thinking about Ayan?"

Camille gave a faint smile and returned her gaze to Sienna. She asked,"Did Rex confront you about that night when you got back? Did hesettle the score?”

Sienna paused for a moment, a hint of embarrassment and shynesscrossing her face. She immediately denied, "Of course not. He didn'tconfront me. I just had a drink, that's all. I didn't do anythingoutrageous."

True, he hadn't confronted her, but she had to placate him in bed.

Of course, she wouldn't divulge the awkward details to Camille. Afterall, those moments were quite difficult to put into words.

Sienna didn't want Camille's attention to be focused on her, so shequickly changed the topic. She looked at Camille and asked, "Whatabout you? Tell me, how are you and Mr. Simpson? Did Mr. Simpsonsettle the score with you?"

Camille shook her head, saying, "No, he's not like Rex. He wouldn't getso worked up. He knows I wouldn't do anything like that, and heprobably understands that I was taken by you."

“You sold me out?" Sienna widened her eyes and complained,"Although it was indeed me who took you there, you sold me out. I'd beso sad.”

"Don't pretend. You wouldn't be sad at all.” Camille gave a dismissivesnort, then continued, "I didn't sell you out. We didn't talk about that.We did discuss Eileen's situation, though."

Camille didn't reveal too much, especially about Eileen's possibleconnection to Preston. Without solid evidence, it wouldn't be wise todelve deeper into the matter.

Camille and Sienna went upstairs to their home in Maple LeavesMansion. Ever since Ayan officially moved in with Camille, Sienna hadrarely come over. So today, she seized the opportunity to enjoy someunrestrained lounging on the sofa, waiting for Camille to prepare somefruits and tea for her.

Stretching out on the sofa, Sienna propped up her head with one handand watched Camille's service with satisfaction. She chuckled, “I havea request. Do you mind hearing it?"

“If you're not going to talk about it, then forget it,” Camille bluntly cut heroff.

But Sienna wasn't one to give up easily. Instead, she continued with amischievous smile, “I've been watching a lot of videos lately where bestfriends take care of each other along with their husbands. I want toexperience that kind of service too. Your Mr. Simpson can cook, right?How about you have Mr. Simpson cook a meal for me, and both of youcan keep me company while I eat!"

Sienna wasn't actually interested in the meal; her main goal was toboast about having Ayan cook for her the rest of her life.

She had already started fantasizing about it, but Camille immediatelyshattered her dream. Without any sugarcoating, she responded, "Sorry,we're not remarried yet, so I can't promise you that. However, I cansuggest something. How about tomorrow? I'll come to your place, andyou and Rex can take care of me, okay?"

Camille silently shook her head, wondering what was going throughSienna's mind.