Chapter 8
Josephine stared at him in shock.
Before she could even process what he meant, the doorbell rang.
A moment later, Peter put on a bright smile and went to open the door.
“Peter, am I late? Blame my students, they wouldn’t stop asking me questions today!”
Camila moved through the entryway like she knew the place by heart, casually picking up a coffee mug from the shelf.
Josephine recognized it right away. It was the one she’d bought not long. ago but never used before she walked out of this house.
Josephine couldn’t stand how familiar Camila was with the house.
She felt a chill run through her body.
“You’re right on time. Go wash up, lunch is ready!”
Peter’s gentle voice stabbed into her ears like needles:
Camila giggled coyly and walked over to the dining table.
“Ms. Sinclair, sorry I’m late!”
Josephine didn’t respond, and Camila clearly didn’t care whether she did; she just headed straight to her seat.
“Peter, you’re the best. You even set my utensils out in advance.”
“I know how picky you are. I washed them several times just so you can
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check.”
“Well then, what reward do you want?”
Peter reached out and pinched her cheek. “I just want you to eat properly. You’ve been working so hard and then got so sick, you’ve lost weight.”
Josephine silently watched the two flirt back and forth like no one else. was in the room.
Her heart, which had already died long ago, somehow began to throb again.
She couldn’t help it. She had to say something to stop this farce.
“Peter, what did you mean by doing the last thing I asked?“.
Every inch of her body felt like it had sprouted thorns.
When Peter finally looked at her, he noticed how thin Josephine had gotten.
Guilt flickered across his face, but his words still came out self- righteously.
“I made all this, and you wouldn’t be able to finish it anyway.
“Camila just got out of the hospital. I’ve been with her the whole time. You’re the one who insisted I do this now. I wasn’t going to leave her alone.”
Camila sat directly across from her, the smugness in her eyes practically screaming, “You really are an idiot.”
Josephine suddenly felt exhausted.
All her strength, everything she had forced herself to hold together, came
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crashing down like a house of cards.
Her whole body hurt, not just her heart, but every bone, every nerve.
Head drooping, she looked like a withered husk.
The next second, she forced herself to stand.
But her eyes remained fixed on the floor.
“Peter, I should’ve never expected anything from you.”
Her voice was barely audible, like a pin dropping onto a thick carpet, silent, unnoticed.
When she turned to leave, Peter instinctively took a step forward.
But Camila moved faster.
She reached out to stop Josephine, but her sleeve caught on the edge of Josephine’s wig.
In one harsh tug, the wig was yanked off.
Peter gasped sharply.
“Josephine! Where’s your hair?!”
