At the hospital, Samira looked at Camille's scratched face and tried to wipe some of the blood off. But, Camille's furious look made her divert her intentions.
—Camille, I'm so sorry. It hurts... The doctor will take care of you. Maybe they'll give you some ointment.... I hope there won't be any marks left— added Samira with her face down.
Camille was angry, but she couldn't let her anger boil over in front of Samira, after all, she was the mother of her fiancé.
—Don't worry... That doctor is the best in the whole hospital. He will know perfectly well how to cure my face without leaving marks...— as Camille finished speaking, the doctor approached her and attended to her calmly.
Indeed, the doctor put an ointment on Camille's face and sent her to buy one imported from abroad.
Appa
