Third Person's POV
He likely had someone tail her to know she was at the hospital and showed up just in time, probably fearing she'd tell her parents about this morning.
Camellia took a deep breath, looked up at him, and smiled. "I didn't tell you because I thought you were busy."
Seeing her smile, Esmond faltered.
Since his affair was exposed, Camellia hadn't smiled at him once—only disdain or irritation.
He'd forgotten how her eyes used to soften when she looked at him, how her smiles used to be warm.
Unconsciously, his gaze gentled too.
"I can always make time to visit your dad with you."
Camellia nodded. "I'll tell you next time, and we'll come together."
"Sounds good."
Esmond chatted with Ernest for a few minutes, but Ernest wasn't as warm as before.
Once, he'd liked Esmond
