Chapter 25 He Has Nothing to Do with Me Anymore
Camilla was floored for a sec, and the image of him holding hands and grinning with Amara in that pic flashed in her head.
She said, all chill, "If you're sick, hit up the hospital. I'm not a doc."
Then she just hung up.
She made it sound like Leopold was just some random dude.
Leopold was so pissed his jaw clenched, and he started shaking. He chucked the phone at the wall, smashing it to bits.
Mira, standing next to him, was shocked.
That was her phone!
Camilla's words had him so riled up, his stomach hurt even more.
With a mix of stubbornness and spite, he stormed upstairs and locked himself in his room, thinking, 'Does she really think I can't live without her? What a joke!'
Mira looked at her busted phone and remembered the call, shaking her head and sighing.
She couldn't wrap her head around what Leopold was thinking. Camilla was such a catch, and he really had the nerve to push her away.
Later, after finishing up the cleaning, Mira knocked on his bedroom door before heading out.
"Mr. Wipere?"
No answer. She figured he was still fuming and didn't think much of it, so she left.
In the afternoon, Clara rolled up to the villa, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, and walked in.
"Leopold, I'm here with a message from Mom. Leopold? You home?"
She frowned and called his phone, but heard it ringing right next to her. She looked down and saw it on the coffee table.
Clara thought, 'Phone's here, so he should be, too.' She headed upstairs.
"Leopold? You in there?"
She knocked for ages, but got nothing back.
No response.
Clara frowned and called Mira.
"Leopold's been home the whole time. He looked rough, probably his stomach acting up. He hasn't made a peep. Could he have passed out?"
Clara grabbed the spare key and opened the door.
Sure enough, as soon as the door swung open, there was Leopold, lying on the floor, pale as a ghost, not moving.
"Leopold!"
The cold IV drip seemed to ease some of the relentless pain.
Leopold opened his eyes, feeling like his throat was on fire. "Water."
Oliver, seeing him awake, quickly poured a glass and handed it over.
After gulping it down, Leopold shook his head, signaling Oliver to take it away.
"Leopold, you feeling any better? Clara called us, said you fainted. We rushed over, scared out of our minds."
"Yeah, Leopold, you always seem fine, and then bam, you're in the hospital. You nearly gave us a heart attack."
Leopold glanced around.
The room was packed—Marcus, Simon, and a few others were all there.
Clara stood by the bed, looking worried, and even Elodie was there. Only Camilla was missing.
Leopold smirked. She was really cold.
"What's my deal now?"
Oliver replied, "Doc said your messed-up eating habits, plus all the booze lately, caused a stomach perforation."
Clara pouted, "Leopold, you have no idea how freaked out I was! I walked in and saw you just lying there, not moving. Thank God you're okay. The doc said you gotta take it easy and seriously rest up."
Elodie, who'd been frowning since he woke up, finally lost it seeing him so vulnerable. "Where's Camilla? How could she not show up when something this serious happened?"
Clara was just as confused.
In the past, if Leopold was in the hospital, Camilla would be right there, crying and taking care of him. This time, she was nowhere to be seen.
The room went dead silent.
Leopold stayed stone-faced and quiet, while Oliver and Simon, who knew the deal, kept their mouths shut.
Marcus finally broke the silence, "They broke up. Didn't you know?"
Elodie frowned, "Still fighting? How long has it been? Her temper's really gotten out of hand!"
Leopold's face darkened as he listened.
"This time, it might not be so easy to fix," Marcus said, glancing at Elodie.
"What do you mean? Is Camilla putting on airs now?"
"Mom," Leopold cut in, his voice icy and his expression even colder, "It's really over this time. I ended it."
"What?" Elodie was stunned.
Clara was also shocked.
This time Camilla's tantrum had indeed lasted quite long.
Elodie stormed out of the hospital room and couldn't even wait to get out of the building before calling Camilla.
As soon as the call connected, before the other side could speak, she sneered, "Camilla, who do you think you are? Back then, it was your luck that Leopold chose you! All these years, how much money has he spent on you, and how have you repaid him?"
Elodie gritted her teeth, "Leopold is sick now. When are you coming back?"
On the other end, Camilla listened quietly, not interrupting, and calmly said, "I'm sorry, he has nothing to do with me anymore."
Ending the call, she blocked Elodie.
Then she opened Facebook, deleted, and confirmed.
After doing all this, she let out a heavy sigh, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief and freedom.
On the other end, Elodie, having been hung up on, was in disbelief.
She tried calling again, but it indicated the line was busy, making her stomp her feet in anger.
"Damn it! Camilla! You are really something else!"
Lucas noticed the faint smile on her lips and asked, "Did something happen?"
Camilla shook her head.
After finishing a day of studying, it was already dark, and the two left the library.
The night breeze brought a slight chill, the dim yellow streetlights illuminated the sidewalk, and the leaves rustled in the wind.
Lucas looked at Camilla's profile, flawless yet with a hint of coolness.
Gathering his courage, Lucas said, "Yesterday you mentioned having dinner together. How about today? Of course, if it's not convenient, we can do it another time."
Camilla thought for a moment. Lucas had helped her a lot recently, and she had long owed him a meal.
"Sure, I have some ingredients at home. If you don't mind, you can try my cooking."
Lucas was a bit taken aback, "Huh? Your place?"
Camilla nodded, "It's just a ten-minute walk, very close. But if you prefer eating out, we can do that, too. You choose."
Seeing that she hadn't overthought it, Lucas felt both disappointed and relieved, "No. It's great. Thank you."
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