the old Simpson snorted, "What? You want to divorce her and I, as a grandfather, can't plan for her?"
Ayan is silent.
A handsome face slightly frowned, deep eyes also flooded with a faint warm cool, after a long time he said: "Grandpa, Camille and I are not divorced yet."
"Of course I know that you are not divorced now, so I hope you find a good match for her before the divorce, so that the word will get out to let people know that know that we Cami is not no one wants to have to hang on to you a tree."
The old Simpson spoke without mercy, looking at Ayan's eyes with increasing dislike.
Ayan said, "Does Camille know about your request?"
"So what if I know? That child Cami listens, she will listen to me."
"Grandpa, am I really your own grandson?"
Although he knew the answer, but this moment also rose uncertainty.
the old Simpson said coldly, "If you weren't my own grandson, I'd have broken your legs by now, huh?"
Even though Ayan stands outside at the top of the pyramid, his words are not contradicted, but in front of the old Simpson, he is always the one who does the smallest and lowest.
Ayan couldn't change the old Simpson's decision, so he had to agree with it.
"Okay, I'll see to it."
"It's not a matter of looking at it, it's a matter of getting it done, it's a top priority, it must be on your mind."
"Well, I know."
Ayan nodded, and the image of Camille standing in front of the old Simpson with other men, holding hands, was subconsciously brought to mind.
His brow knitted tighter.
The old Simpson finished his sentence and sent him away.
The old Simpson, although there is no serious health problems, but by the way, also took the opportunity to do a full body check-up, so still need to be hospitalized for a few days.
After coming out of the hospital, Ayan was in a state of boredom all day.
Kian also noticed, has been careful to do things, do not dare to have the slightest relaxation, or he is the cannon fodder.
On the other hand, Camille found her friend at the hospital, the person who first told her about the pregnancy, Irene Dawson.
Irene is Camille's cousin, the daughter of Page's sister, and the two have been close since they were children, and have lived together for a while, so they are even closer.
When they arrived at Irene's office, they greeted each other and Camille said, "I'm sorry to bother you again."
"What are you talking about, you're out of line with me." Irene poured her a glass of water and then looked at the time before saying, "I'll take you there now, it's just about the end of my shift at this hour, people I can trust completely, they're my best friends."
Camille nodded and followed Irene to the maternity ward.
Irene's friend personally examined Camille. During the ultrasound, her friend said to Camille, "Don't worry, the baby is healthy, but you should pay more attention in the first trimester, and after the trimester, the fetal image will be stable and you can go on as usual."
"Okay, I got it, thanks."
Camille smiles lightly.
She was relieved that the baby was okay.
After the exam, Camille talked to Irene again and Irene asked, "Are you sure you're not going to talk to him?"
Camille shook her head: "We're getting divorced, so there's no point in talking about it. Besides, you can hide it from me at home, I don't want to tell them for now."
Since the Armstrong's villa mentioned that he wanted to divorce Ayan, Page got angry and hasn't contacted her since.
She did call back, but Page wouldn't answer, and she couldn't help it.
Irene, who knew the relationship between Camille and the Armstrong family best, gently patted Camille's shoulder and whispered reassuringly, "Is Auntie Page still not warming up to you?"
Camille didn't answer, just said, "How have you been?"
Irene asked no more questions and simply echoed her question in response.
They chatted for a while, Irene had patients, so Camille left without interrupting.
From the hospital, Camille called back to the Armstrong's villa.
The maid answered the door, and when she heard Camille's voice, the maid was a bit perfunctory. Although she knew that Camille was the Miss Camille of the Armstrong family, she was not favored, so they naturally would not hold her.
The maid said, "Miss Camille, what can I do for you to call back at this hour?"
"Is Mom home?"
"Madam is not at home."
"Sir is not at home either." Then the maid started making excuses, "Miss Camille, I have work to do, so I'll hang up now if there's nothing else for you."
Then immediately hang up the phone and look to the person coming down from upstairs and hurriedly walk over to report, "Miss Grace, Miss Camille just called back and I answered as you wanted."
Grace mumbled lightly and then said, "No need to tell mom, she's not in a good mood lately, don't make her more upset."
"Okay." The maid nodded in response.
In the evening, Ayan did not meet Hanyama Manson immediately after finishing his work.
He called Rex and went to the Night's with a few people.
Several people looked at each other and drank wine, only Ayan's face was sullen with a heavy heart.
Rex asked, "Ayan, what's wrong with you?"
He frowned and took a sip of wine before saying, "Grandpa asked me to introduce Camille to someone and divorce her after she succeeds in her matchmaking, so isn't Camille the Simpson family's granddaughter?"
The crowd froze.
Rex said, "What do you think?"
Ayan does not speak.
Rex said, "Why don't you introduce Camille to me? My family is also urging me to find a wife, and although Camille and I don't have a relationship, we can cultivate it slowly, what do you think?"
The man's face immediately sank, the pair of harsh eyes faintly swept Rex one, voice indifferent said: "I do not want to hear such a joke a second time."
After saying that, he already got up and walked out of the booth.
The crowd looked at Rex and gossiped, "Ayan, what does this mean? Is it an introduction or not?"
Rex smiled lightly, "Who knows?"
After exiting the Night's, Ayan drove his car towards Hanyama Manson.
Eileen's phone call also came at this time: "Ayan, it's so late, aren't you coming back?"
Ayan's face still didn't look good, and his voice was deep: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, I'm just worried about you."
She hurriedly explained, worried that the man would be upset.
But after her words, Ayan didn't respond for half a day.
She tried in a low voice: "Ayan , are you busy?"
"Come back early then, Camille just got home too."
She mentioned without changing her face.
"Camille just got home?" The man asked in a low voice.
Eileen hmms, then says to herself, "Camille has an appointment, I think?"
He didn't continue the topic, only his tone was much colder, he said, "Eileen, the doctor said you should get more rest, and it's getting late, go to bed."
Then without waiting for Eileen's response, he simply hung up the phone.
Eileen looked at the time on her phone, it was only 9:30. Although it was not early, it was not yet time to rest, right?
Her eyes were narrowed, her heart was uncertain, and she kept thinking, "Has Ayan changed his mind about her?
The more Eileen thought about it, the harder it got, and her eyes went to Camille, who was sitting on the other side of the room, looking down at her computer. She got up and walked over to Camille, looked at her condescendingly and asked, "Camille, do you have something against me because I live here?"
Camille, who was working on her design, froze at the sudden question, then looked up at the person in front of her, because she was not downstairs, that's why Camille was working downstairs.
So when did she come downstairs again?
Camille gave her a faint glance and said in a warm tone, "Miss Khan, you have a good imagination and are fit to be a screenwriter."
Eileen's face stiffened as she stared at Camille and said, "You're the reason why Ayan isn't coming home this late, Camille.