Chapter 160 What Was Once Squandered, Now Unattainable
The surveillance time showed 6:00 PM. In the spacious living room, Camilla sat alone on the sofa.
Leopold knew with just one glance that she was waiting for him to come home.
She wasn't watching TV or playing on her phone, just sitting there, like a wilting rose.
It turned out that the feeling of home he liked, where there was always a light left on in the living room no matter when he came back, was the result of a woman's day-in, day-out accommodation, tireless waiting, and even complete self-sacrifice.
Leopold couldn't help but recall the words he had said when they first got together. "When I was a kid, my dad was busy with work, and my mom was busy socializing. They left me at home with the nanny, so even though I had both parents and a privileged background, I never felt the warmth of a home."
"Camilla, sometimes I really envy you. You have simple and clean family relationships, loving parents, and they personally cared for and taught you from a young age."
"Even to this day, my parents still believe that money is omnipotent, that spending money can help them raise a good son. If the child isn't good enough, it must be because they didn't spend enough."
"Camilla, meeting you, I feel so lucky. You made me feel this warmth."
"Ever since we got together, I can't help but picture this scene in my mind: coming home from work and seeing you busy in the kitchen, the kids playing in the living room, the three or four or five of us having dinner together."
"After dinner, the kids play in the garden, you sit on the swing, and I gently push you from behind. We just watch the kids run, laugh, and play."
"Camilla, believe me, we will continue like this until we grow old and gray, until death parts us."
He said he longed for the warmth of a family.
As time passed, he had long forgotten, but Camilla not only remembered, she was painting the future he had promised her with her actions.
But now, he had messed it all up! Everything!
Leopold raised his hand and slapped himself.
The crisp sound was particularly loud in the silent night, but it was useless.
He had lost Camilla, lost the life he once longed for, and lost the woman who loved him the most in this world.
A tear slid down from Leopold's face.
It shattered on the table, staining the expensive hardwood surface, making it look cheap and dirty.
The recording time reached 1:00 AM.
"He" finally came back.
But he was drunk.
He walked right past Camilla, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, and went upstairs.
And just after "he" left, Camilla slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier above her...
A full three minutes.
Then she sat up.
Staring in the direction "he" had left, lost in thought.
It turned out Camilla hadn't fallen asleep at all!
What was Camilla thinking at that moment?
Leopold couldn't guess, and didn't dare to.
Perhaps disappointment accumulates bit by bit like this.
Breaking up wasn't an impulsive decision, but the result of day after day of accumulated disappointment and the gradual depletion of love.
It was an inevitable result.
Leopold was subconsciously certain that Camilla would never leave him, so he dared to be so reckless.
And what he had squandered would ultimately become unattainable now.
Leopold stared at the screen in silence for a long, long time.
Until the sound of the wind howling outside brought his drifting thoughts back, he remembered why he had come to the study to check the surveillance.
He opened the recording files from the past month.
Amara had already fallen asleep, but hearing the faint sound of the door opening downstairs, she instantly woke up, a smile unconsciously forming on her lips.
She thought, 'Elodie has said such harsh words when she left, and it has only been a few hours? Yet she has come back? She is such a bitch! If Elodie came back, Mira and Lisa would probably come back with her, and I'm hungry anyway, so I can have Lisa make a cake.'
Amara walked around the living room, then went to the kitchen, but there was no one.
She looked around in confusion.
Suddenly, she saw a pair of men's leather shoes at the entrance!
Leopold was back?
Her eyes lit up, and she quickly went to the bedroom to change into a nightgown, then tiptoed towards the study.
"Leopold, you're back, right?" She asked knowingly.
The light in the study was on, who else could it be but Leopold?
Just when Amara thought she wouldn't get a response, Leopold's deep voice came from inside.
"Come in."
She suppressed her excitement and pushed the door open with a smile.
"Leopold!"
Leopold looked up at Amara walking towards him.
She was wearing a red lace nightgown, with a hollowed-out chest and two thin straps hanging on her shoulders.
There was no charm, only vulgarity.
Seeing Leopold's face still calm, Amara softened her tone, "When did you come back? Working overtime again? You've been working overtime for more than half a month, you must be very tired, right? Come, let me give you a massage."
She took the initiative to find a suitable excuse for Leopold not coming home for more than half a month, and smiled as if the intense conflict last time had never happened.
Leopold looked at her almost ingratiating smile, feeling indifferent.
No matter how much he hated it, he was disgusted with himself.
No matter how much he despised it, he couldn't do anything about it.
So, he might as well ignore it.
However, Leopold's calmness at this moment seemed like acquiescence to Amara.
She placed her hands on Leopold's shoulders, and seeing that he didn't refuse, she boldly moved her hands to his chest. "Leopold, you haven't been home for more than half a month, don't you miss me, don't you miss our baby?"
Leopold grabbed her hand which was moving downward.
Amara was stunned.
"Do you know who has been in the study and moved the files?"
"How would I know?" Amara smiled, "Although it's very likely your mom moved them, I don't think she did it on purpose. She is your mother anyway, right? Even if it was her, don't take it to heart."
"Really?" Leopold smiled faintly.
"Your mom might really be angry and took Mira and the others back to the old house. I didn't dare to stop her, but the baby and I still need someone to take care of us. Given the current situation, Leopold, what do you think is the best way to handle it?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Forget about your mom, she might still be angry, but Mira and Lisa, and the driver, should stay with me, right?"
Leopold sneered.
Amara was puzzled.
"I'll ask one last time, are you sure it was my mom who moved the files?"
Amara's eyes flickered. "She's the most likely suspect, isn't that a known fact?"
Leopold suddenly stood up and slapped her twice.
Then he grabbed Amara's hair and pressed her in front of the screen. "Then how do you explain this?"
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