Camille's POV
Without hearing my defense, everyone had already concluded that I was a selfish, unfit mother.
Seeing this, Lara leaned against Lucian's arm and looked at me smugly, as if to say: See? I won again.
Just then, a timid voice sounded from the corner behind the office desk.
"Camille, you're finally here."
I lowered my eyes and looked at Finn, who was curled up in the corner of the sofa.
His large, sapphire-like eyes brimmed with tears, and his golden hair stuck messily to his forehead.
I walked over quickly, ignoring the surprised looks from the people around me.
I crouched directly in front of him, reached out to ruffle his blonde hair, and asked softly, "Finney, are you okay?"
Finn's eyes immediately turned red.
"I... I'm fine." He lowered his head, somewhat at a loss
