Chapter 12

The way the maid spoke could evoke panic in people upon hearing the word urgent.
"What's wrong with my grandson?" asked an alarmed Martha.
"Vira, you go to your husband's room!" ordered Max.

Kamila was also worried. She quickly got up and walked to Gerald's room. Meanwhile, the maid left the dining room.

"Mama, Alvero wants to come." The boy got off Griselda's lap and ran after Kamila.
"Alvero, no!" screamed Griselda. She got up and wanted to hold Alvero's back.
Max, who was closer to Gerald's adopted son, took Alvero in his arms. The handsome boy struggled in Max's arms.

"Alvero wants to see Papa and Mama. Let go of Alvero!" the boy shouted.
"Later, dear. You'll see them later. For now, sit tight. Your papa is talking to Mama," Griselda coaxed.
"Are Papa and Mama making out in the room? Are they kissing again like last time?" Alvero asked.

Griselda tapped her forehead, while Max shook his head. Even Martha was amused by her grandson's immature behavior. All eyes were on one person. The one who felt stared at looked confused.

"Why are you all staring at me?" the girl asked.
"Kinan, it must be you teaching Alvero! He knows about kissing, husband and wife, and room affairs. He's only eight years old!" Max replied.
"Why blame me? Alvero knows everything from books." The girl named Kinan, Gerald's cousin, said. She didn't want to be blamed.
"But you were the one who thrust the book at your nephew! Aren't there any books that are suitable for his age? Get rid of everything, especially those vulgar books of yours! There are children here; you should understand!" Max said it sternly.

Kinan let out a long sigh. "Yes, yes," She replied.

Kamila didn't want anything to happen with Gerald. It was nothing; she didn't want to be bothered with all her husband's business.

"Mr. Gerald. What's urgent? How can I help you?" Kamila asked. Standing by the door.
"You call your own husband, sir?" asked Gerald with a cold expression.

Kamila puffed up her cheeks. Considering that her husband was a mafia and she was just a commoner, Kamila just wanted to be polite.

"Ah, sorry, Gerald, my husband. Because you are older than me," Kamila replied.
"You don't have to be. I'm not your father!" Gerald grumbled.
"Why do you have to stand there? Am I a parasite that is contagious if you get close to me?" asked Gerald again.

Kamila shook her head quickly. "That's not it, Gerald. I stopped here because I had just eaten; I was full; I was gasping for air, so I took a breath first," she replied.

Gerald furrowed his brows. His wife's strange answer tickled his ears.

Kamila, not wanting to cause trouble, walked up to Gerald. "What do you need?" she asked.

"Please move that bolster pillow!" Gerald asked for help in a commanding tone while glancing at the cream-colored bolster pillow.

Kamila was dumbfounded. So, the urgent matter that made her rush here was only about the bolster pillow that was no more than two inches away from Gerald's tiny hand.

"Just about this?" she asked. One eyebrow was raised while pointing at the bolster pillow.
"About this, you say? Don't be trivial! This is very important for the continuation of my deep sleep," Gerald replied.

Kamila blinked a little. Gerald should be able to shift it easily. Gerald wasn't very mobile yet, but he wasn't paralyzed. There should be no need to trouble others, Kamila thought.

"You're just staring. Hurry up!" Gerald ordered.
"Yes," Kamila replied. She took the bolster pillow and gave it to Gerald.
The man immediately hugged it and took the most comfortable lying position.
"Anything else you need before I go out?" asked Kamila. She didn't want to go back and forth.
"Like what?" Gerald asked back while hugging her.

Huh? Kamila's mouth opened along with the corner of her left lip going up. Even asking back, here, people! Kamila muttered to herself.
"Well, if you need a drink, something to eat, or something else," Kamila replied.
Gerald was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Nothing."
"Okay." Feeling the business was done, Kamila left her husband's room.

Her steps stopped on the steps of the stairs. She didn't know where to go. Going back to the dining table, she would be asked this and that. Want to sleep in which room? Gerald's room—yes, her room too. The house was too big, and she was confused about what to do.

She walked until she realized that she was in a swimming pool. It was huge, and the water was a clear blue. Kamila didn't know what had passed. The girl walked closer to the edge of the pool, looking down slightly. She could imagine that the water was very deep.

"I caught you, yes!"

Kamila raised her head and was about to turn around to look back when she heard a voice. However, she had an unfortunate encounter. Before she could turn around, her body was nudged by a small, chubby boy, sending her into the pool.

"Ouch, how is this?" asked the boy. He panicked when he saw Kamila raise both hands up. She was trying to hold her head up so she wouldn't die of asphyxiation.

"Help!" Kamila whimpered. She had already drunk a lot of water.
"Come on, it's your fault!" The chasing boy scared her.
"Let's run away!" ordered the stocky one as he pulled his brother's hand. They were brothers and sisters, Martha's other great-grandchildren.

They left Kamila, who couldn't swim, on the brink of death. Trying to pull over to the edge as best they could. The two boys ran into the house. Not looking around, she bumped into a man.

However, the man didn't care and continued walking leisurely until he reached the swimming pool. Just as he was about to undress, his ears picked up a voice calling for help. As he got closer to the edge of the pool, he saw a head appear and then sink.

"Help!" Kamila whispered. She realized someone was there and desperately needed her help.

The man, without undressing, immediately dove in and lifted Kamila up until they were both outside the pool. Kamila was on his lap. Her breathing was labored, and her vision began to blur. She couldn't see clearly who was helping her.

"Is it Gerald?" Kamila asked herself. After thinking about it, it was impossible because Gerald had not been able to move fully. Kamila's eyes were completely closed.

The man, the helper, just stared at Kamila's face without speaking. Seeing Kamila, who was already very limp, he lifted the girl's body and carried her inside.

"Oh my, why Vira?" Martha was the first to notice their presence.
"This girl seems to have died from drowning in the pool," the man replied casually.
"Huh? Dead? No way!" Martha's excited voice made the whole house wonder.

"What happened?" As soon as they arrived, they immediately focused on Kamila, who was already drenched. Water dripped onto the floor.