Chapter 5
Camille gave a sarcastic smile.
Then, it seemed that Jameson had finally come to terms with the fact that she would not answer his calls anymore, so he switched to sending her messages.
[Camille, I wasn’t questioning your professor. I was just too anxious earlier and spoke without thinking. I apologize to Mr. Zach and to you. Can you explain things to him for me?]
Camille did not reply.
Jameson sent another message: [I personally checked with Sylvia. She really doesn’t have much time left. Camille, please don’t be jealous of a woman whose days are numbered, okay? After sending her off, my future will be yours. I’ve already arranged a time for you to meet my parents—just a month from now. Once you’ve met them, we’ll set a wedding date, and from then on, we’ll be together forever. How does that sound?]
Camille put away her phone and silently answered in her heart, ‘No, Jameson, we have no future together.’
There was no place for him in her future life.
That evening, she saw Sylvia update her social media feed with nine pictures. There was a photo of Jameson bending down to put slippers on her, a photo of him putting a hat and a scarf on her, and a photo of him feeding her…
The last photo was of them cuddling together. It looked like such a warm moment.
Camille thought for a moment and liked the post.
…
The next day, Camille bought a ticket back to her hometown. After several transfers, she arrived in the town just before dusk.
She rented a car to get back to the village.
Years ago, after Jameson took Camille out of the mountains, he donated money to build a cement road to her home.
Camille spent several days cleaning up the abandoned house. Some villagers soon noticed she had returned and came over to greet her warmly. A few kids from the village came to say hi too.
Camille’s hometown was very poor. Not only was the location remote, but it was also lacking in resources.
Even though a road had been built to connect it to the outside world, the place remained impoverished.
As Camille looked at a little girl with cracked skin, she decided that before she left, she would do something for her hometown. She contacted people for donations, but there were no charity organizations in the area.
She tried to reach out to charitable groups and repeatedly mentioned her hometown, Violetwood Village.
When Jameson learned that Camille was trying to find ways to fund education for girls in her hometown, he sent her a message right away.
[Camille, do you need my help? Should I come look for you?]
Camille silently stared at the new photos Sylvia had just posted on her social media feed.
It showed the room that Jameson had personally decorated for them. With bright lights and colorful decorations everywhere, it was obvious this was the room of an affluent, affectionate couple.
Camille no longer felt sad. After calmly liking the post, she put her phone away and focused on what was in front of her.
After many days of work—handling paperwork and signing agreements—Camille finally secured funding for the education of girls in the impoverished mountain area, ensuring it would reach Violetwood Village.
That day, Camille received another message from Jameson.
[Camille, when are you coming back? We’ve never been apart for this long. I miss you. I’ve prepared a surprise for you, and I’m sure you’ll love it. Please come back soon.]
At this point, there were only three days left before Camille went abroad with Ryan.
She still did not reply to Jameson’s message and instead bought a ticket to return to South City the next afternoon. She had already made plans to meet up with friends before leaving.
That night, she received another message from an unknown number.
[Camille, you’re really cheap. Jameson is married now, and you’re still trying to make him think about you? You must like being the other woman, huh? Don’t regret it.]
Camille did not pay it any mind.
However, early the next morning, she received a call from a friend.
“Camille! Jameson is going to mess with your grandmother’s grave!”
