Chapter 360 The Stubborn Camille
When everyone entered the house, Lisa quickly said, "Lillian, I've tidied up your room. The house isn't very warm, so don't dress the kids too lightly."
The heating in Lisa's house wasn't very good; it barely met the standard.
Lillian and Alexander went to their room, took off William and Henry's outerwear, and then brought them out.
Harry turned on the electric heater, took William and Henry with a cheerful smile, and said, "Let me hold them."
William and Henry looked around with their big, round eyes, not afraid of strangers, and were very endearing.
"Alexander, I can see the kids' features resemble yours," Harry said with a smile.
Alexander smiled faintly. "At home, we usually say William looks more like me, and Henry looks more like Lily."
Lillian looked around and asked curiously, " Harry, where are Adam and Camille?"
"Adam is still at work today. You know, as a driver for the boss, there's no such thing as a day off. Camille went out early this morning without any explanation," Harry said, with a hint of worry on his face.
Lisa came out of the kitchen and said to him, "Harry, call Camille and tell her to come back soon."
Lillian looked at Alexander; she knew Harry and Lisa must not have had a pleasant New Year's Day.
After chatting for a while, William and Henry started to get sleepy, so Lillian and Alexander took them back to the room. After feeding them and putting them to sleep, Lillian and Alexander finally had a moment to rest.
"Honey, what do you think we should do about Camille?" Lillian rested her head on his stomach, playing with a strand of hair, and said with a bit of guilt, "She's always been trying to take my things since we were kids. She couldn't get you, so she must be upset and date Trevor. I feel somewhat responsible."
Displeased, Alexander criticized her, "Camille's issues are her own; it has nothing to do with you."
"You're right. If I had married an ordinary person, she might have taken him away already."
As they were talking, they heard the door open, followed by Camille's unhappy voice. "Dad, what are you doing? Calling me over and over again."
"You don't come back, so of course I call you. Lillian and Alexander are here," Harry said.
"Get it," Camille responded indifferently and went to her room.
In the room, Lillian sat up and whispered, "I'll go talk to her and try to persuade her. If she doesn't care, you can go talk to her."
Lillian went next door where Camille was sitting on the bed, lost in thought. When she saw Lillian come in, she regained her composure and said, "If you're here to talk about Trevor, then don't bother."
Lillian sat in the chair opposite her, looked at her quietly for a moment, and then said, "You're pretty and independent. Why would you want to be Trevor's mistress?"
"None of your business. Just focus on being Mrs. Sinclair." Camille said.
Lillian nonchalantly pinched the butterfly earrings on her earlobe and smiled, "I will. Thanks for your concern." Then she added, "If you want to date a rich guy, I can tell Alexander. He knows plenty of wealthy men who are much better than Trevor. Why degrade yourself like this?"
"Can you not misuse words? I like him. How is that degrading?" Camille rolled her eyes.
"Camille, if you keep being stubborn, you'll only hurt yourself in the end," Lillian said earnestly. "I'm not interfering in your life; I'm trying to keep you from making a mistake. Do you know Trevor well? His private life is a mess, he's not loyal to you, and he has other mistresses. What do you see in him?"
"You're lying! He doesn't!" Camille retorted. It seemed Camille didn't know about Trevor's scandals.
Lillian continued, "Didn't you want a man like Alexander? He's so outstanding. Even if you can't find someone exactly like him, you can't find Trevor. How can he compare to Alexander? Aren't you always competitive with me? Are you willing to lose to me because of Trevor? When neighbors see him, they'll compare him to Alexander, and it'll be obvious who's better."
Provoked by these words, Camille glared at Lillian. "Lillian, don't be so smug. Just because you married Alexander doesn't mean you're better. You might end up worse off than me!"
Lillian frowned slightly, feeling like there was more to her words than met the eye.
"Lillian, you don't need to persuade me. This is my choice, and I'll accept whatever the outcome is. I know Trevor's character; I don't need you to judge. My parents scold me, and I endure it. But you? Who do you think you are?" Camille said angrily and then pushed Lillian out of the room.
Lillian stood at the door, hands on her hips, too angry to speak.
Sitting on the sofa and seeing this sense, Harry called out, "Lillian, come and have a seat. Don't be mad at her. Let's talk."
"Harry, you and Lisa must have been very upset about this lately, right?" Lillian asked as she had a seat on the sofa.
Harry smiled bitterly. "We had a big fight yesterday. Adam was so angry that he didn't even come home for dinner."
"Adam loves Camille so much; he must be very upset," Lillian said. "When I get home, I'll talk to Alexander about firing Trevor."
"No," Harry quickly said. "Don't tell Alexander. If they don't want to break up, nothing we do will separate them. She has to figure it out herself." With that, he glanced at Oscar, who was playing with his phone, and asked with concern, "How's Oscar's recovery after the surgery? Will you be able to go back to school soon?"
"The recovery is going well," Lillian said happily. "He'll rest at home for a few more months and then go back to school."
"That's good. I can finally be at ease," Harry said with relief.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, interrupting their conversation.
Lillian said, "I'll get it. It might be Adam."
When she opened the door, a woman stood outside, dressed elegantly and exuding a dignified and graceful aura.
"Who are you looking for?" Lillian asked, sizing her up.
"Is this Harry's home?" the woman asked directly.
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