James turned to look at me, his sharp demeanor instantly softening, his tone gentle.
"Good to go? I'll drive you back."
I nodded lightly.
James drove me back to the staff apartment building.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and thanked him, "Thank you so much for today, James."
James waved it off. "It was nothing. I'd never let others bully or harass my employees."
I smiled faintly, my eyes curving. "Good night, James."
With that, I pushed the door open and got out, turning to walk into the apartment building.
The next day at noon, my phone rang. It was an unknown number.
The moment I answered, Amara's urgent, panicked voice came from the other end.
"Camila, your father suddenly collapsed from a heart attack and has been rushed to Central Hospital. Hurry over!"
Hearing that my father had
