The ride to the hospital was quiet, with Cyrus stealing secret glances at Camilla.

When Camilla got down from the car, she made to step away but paused and turned to look at Cyrus, flashing him a sweet, fake and teasing smile.

“Thank you, hubby.”

“I'll come pick you up when you're done.”

Camilla frowned, “Don't push it, Mr. Sterling. Thanks for your ride, I appreciate it.”

Cyrus sighed, “Anything you say. Don't keep me waiting when I come.”

“Don't come.”

“Must we argue over everything?”

“Yes. You made sure of that, the moment you threw me out of your car when I needed your help.”

“What does it matter?...