Chapter 516 - Five Hundred And Sixteen: She Was Done Helping Him (1/2)

The third point of view:

Camille dressed up hastily. It was morning already and time to go get Anabelle from Niklaus place. She had missed the girl's chirpy presence around the house - they had been lonely without her.

But then she had woken up late and had to meet up with her husband Eden who was already set to go. She knew Eden was irked; he was anxious to get his daughter home.

Camille slipped on her heels and was taking one final look at the mirror when her phone rang. She picked the phone from the dresser without looking at the screen.

”Hello?” She answered, intending to tell the person to call her later since she's occupied at the moment, when she heard a voice that made shivers run down her spine.

”You finally decided to answer your father, you unfilial child,”

Camille stiffened, the once excited look on her face vanishing at once. The woman released a heavy sigh with her eyes squeezed shut, she should have really looked before answering.

Camille straightened up, staring at her unsmiling reflection on the mirror as she said, ”What do you want now?”

”What do I want now?” The man scoffed from the other line, ”You've not called your father for God knows how many years. You didn't even invite me to your wedding and had your uncle fill my role. Isn't that unfair? Just because I divorced your mother doesn't mean I'm not entitled to you,”

Camille pinched the space between her brows, this was why she never picked any of his calls. Her head throbbed, this man was a parasite to her life.

”I'm in no mood to listen to your complaints or sob story,” She spat through gritted teeth, ”If this is why you called me, then I'm sorry, I'm not interested. Don't ever bother me again,” She was just about to end the call when she heard,

”Wait!” Her father shouted.

She halted her plan, ”What did you want, father,” There was heavy sarcasm beneath her tone.

”I need some cash,”

Cecil swallowed bitterly. Of course, what had she expected? That her father had called because he cared about her well-being? Oh please, who was she kidding? The man was a selfish asshole!

”What do you mean you need some money? What happened to the one I sent you?!” Camille shouted into the phone, vexed. This man was killing her!

”Why are you asking me such a question?” the man said grudgingly, ”Of course, that was two months ago, the money got exhausted. Were you expecting the money to never finish?”

Camille seethed, ”You gambled with it, didn't you?”

”N-no,” He stammered.

”Answer me now!” She bellowed

”Yes, I did,”