Camille’s breathing quickened slightly, and she could feel her blood slowly turning to ice.

To be honest, she already had an inkling in her mind, but she pushed it away, refusing to even acknowledge the possibility.

She did not want to believe or accept that it was Christian who had made the effort to get her father on Dr. Colmen’s priority list.

If she did, he would think that she owed him for it, and he would definitely hold it over her head for a long time.

Camille felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. It was getting harder and harder to maintain her calm facade.

“Hmm… you...