Chapter 291 Waiting for You
Not only did she think about it, but she also started working on it.
Of course, Camilla couldn't tell him that, so she just said, "There will always be a way."
"Then I wish you success," Ignatius said.
After saying that, he turned to leave.
"Ignatius!" Suddenly, Camilla called out to him, "Sometimes, you should be a bit selfish and think more about yourselves."
Ignatius smiled. "Thanks for the reminder, I know what I'm doing."
"What? You didn't get the key?" Calliope frowned deeply, looking at Clara with a displeased expression. "How could you mess this up!"
Clara retorted, "Camilla said she already handed over the key and even brought up the rules, saying that's the way it is according to the regulations, and she couldn't give it to me. What was I supposed to do? Snatch it from her?"
Clara was already a bit impatient.
Calliope's questioning tone made her very unhappy.
Was it her fault? It was unreasonable to ask Camilla for the key in the first place.
"Professor Ross, I have a question. Why do you insist on getting the key from Camilla?" Clara asked.
"A shabby lab, what's there to gain? Oh, right, there's a CPRT inside. But don't we already have two? Why do we need so many?" she added.
Calliope flared up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "You ask too many questions! If your skills were as sharp as your tongue, you wouldn't have failed such a small task!"
Who was Clara?
A pampered young lady from a wealthy family, how could she tolerate such grievances?
She respected Calliope before because Calliope helped her get into graduate school.
But she had also given Calliope many good things!
All in all, it added up to a lot of money.
Moreover, she had just recently paid for another CPRT, for which she had to sell a few of her favorite bags.
As her financial contributions increased, Clara's gratitude towards Calliope gradually faded.
Clara and Calliope's relationship was purely transactional—it all came down to money. So why did she keep up this charade of gratitude?
Clara let out a cynical laugh. "Professor Ross, perhaps you should find someone else to do your dirty work. I'm afraid I don't have the thick skin required for these games."
"Actually, Bronte would be perfect for this—she's good at both making excuses and throwing her weight around. Plus, she's your niece, so you can mentor her personally," she added.
Everyone knew about Calliope and Bronte's special relationship, though no one spoke of it openly.
Those two sentences made Calliope's face cycle through several emotions. Remembering she might need Clara's help in the future, she swallowed the insults that were about to escape her lips.
"Clara, I apologize for my oversight. Thank you for your efforts. Don't worry about not getting the key—it's not a major issue," Bronte said.
Clara responded flatly, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
"Of course, carry on." Calliope smiled as she watched Clara leave.
Once the door closed behind her, Calliope angrily threw two pencil holders across the room.
When Clara arrived home, she immediately called out, "Mira, get me an ice pack!"
Elodie asked, "What do you need an ice pack for? It's freezing outside."
"Mom, can you believe someone hit me?" Clara said.
"What?" Elodie was instantly alarmed. "Who hit you? Who would dare?"
Clara's lips quivered. "Camilla."
"She actually had the nerve to hit someone?"
"I just said a few things to her, and she slapped me right across the face—in front of everyone! Look, my face is swollen!"
Elodie tenderly touched her daughter's cheek.
Clara gasped with pain.
"What is Camilla thinking? Where's my phone?" Elodie turned to look for it. "I'm going to give her a piece of my mind."
The housekeeper approached. "Mrs. Wipere, your phone is here."
Elodie grabbed it and called Camilla's number.
"You little bitch! How dare you hit..." Elodie exclaimed.
The call didn't go through.
Elodie then remembered that Camilla had blocked her long ago.
This made her even angrier.
She called to the housekeeper, "Give me your phone."
"Yes, ma'am."
Elodie tried again with the different phone, and this time it connected.
"Hello?"
It was definitely Camilla's voice.
With a cold laugh, Elodie began, "Camilla, you little tramp! How dare you hit...Hello? Hello! Camilla, did you just hang up on me?"
Elodie was furious. She persisted and called again, only to discover she'd been blocked again!
"How dare she? The nerve of that woman!" she fumed, her voice trembling with rage.
Clara rolled her eyes. "She's not dating my brother anymore and has no interest in marrying into our family. What's stopping her?"
Elodie froze.
She suddenly realized that Camilla—now free from wanting anything from them—was like a horse that had broken its reins, running wild and beyond control.
"Mom, we should probably leave her alone from now on," Clara paused before adding, "She's quite fierce these days."
"Who does she think she is? Am I supposed to be afraid of her?" Elodie shouted.
Then she threw the phone in anger.
The housekeeper looked shocked.
Meanwhile, Hestia, noticing that Camilla had answered a call for two seconds before hanging up and blocking the number, couldn't help but ask, "Camilla, who was that?"
Camilla replied, "Just some crazy woman."
"I see."
She did sound crazy, hurling insults loudly enough for Hestia to hear from a distance.
Royce suddenly spoke up, "Now that the old lab is completely unusable, and the new one won't be ready for at least a month or two, what are we going to do in the meantime?"
This was indeed the biggest problem the three of them were facing!
They couldn't afford delays in their experiments, so finding another lab was essential.
Camilla said, "Let me think about it."
That evening, as Camilla was unlocking her apartment door, the door across from hers opened.
"Camilla," Sebastian greeted her.
Sebastian's eyes crinkled with warmth, bringing a sense of comfort despite the winter cold.
Camilla couldn't help but smile back. 'You're not at the lab today?"
"I was waiting for you."
Camilla paused, surprised. "What?"
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