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Chapter 107

Carila’s POVED

“Which hospital?” I asked, my face draining of colour. The housekeeper gave me the name, and I immediately grabbed my car keys. I barely remembered locking my office before rushing downstairs.

My grandmother had collapsed. The thought alone sent my heart racing. I drove as fast as I could, grepping the steering wheel tightly as I tried to get through the traffic. Unfortunately, it was rush hour, and the roads were packed. Every minute felt like an eternity. Her health hadn’t been perfect in recent years, but she always remained strong and cheerful. I had never imagined losing her so soon.

I couldn’t bear the thought.

As I sat trapped in traffic, another thought suddenly struck me.

Roman! Oh, God. I’d completely forgotten about our dinner plans.

This was the last thing I wanted to happen. I hope he wouldn’t believe I’d deliberately stood him up. I had been looking forward to our evening together, too.

With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone and called him.

He answered after several rings. “Are you here already, Miss Hart?”

“Roman, I…” My voice faltered. “I’m so sorry. Something happened.”

There was a brief silence. “You’re not coming, are you?” His words weren’t quite a question. He already

seemed to know.

“I didn’t do this on purpose, I swear. My grandmother suddenly collapsed, and they took her to the hospital. I’m on my way there now.” I swallowed hard, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“I know I’ve cancelled on you before, but this wasn’t planned. I’m really sorry.”

“Which hospital?” His voice was calm, giving nothing away. I told him.

“Alright.” And just like that, the call ended.

I stared at my phone for a moment. He was probably furious. I couldn’t blame him. This wasn’t the first time our plans had fallen apart, but I couldn’t help it this time. My grandmother needed me. Nothing else mattered right now. I pushed the thought of Roman aside and focused on the road. Please, Grandma. You have to be alright.

By the time I reached the hospital, I could barely contain my anxiety. I left my car and hurried straight to the emergency department. The medical team was still attending to her. There was nothing I could do except

wait.

I paced the corridor, my eyes fixed on the emergency room doors. Every time someone came out, my heart jumped, only to sink again when it wasn’t the doctor. I tried to calm myself, but the fear wouldn’t let me. What if something serious had happened? What if she didn’t recover? I shook my head, refusing to entertain those thoughts.

Then I heard someone call my name. “Camila!” I turned sharply.

Roman was walking towards me. For a moment, I simply stared at him. He’d actually come? I hadn’t expected that. Part of me had assumed he would be too annoyed to bother after I’d cancelled our dinner again.

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“Roman…” My eyes began to sting. “I’m so sorry about tonight. I really can’t leave Grandma here. Things aren’t looking good, and I need to stay with her.” I wiped my eyes, feeling embarrassed by how close I was to breaking down.

“You don’t have to stay. Please, go ahead with your evening. You could even invite someone else to dinner.”

Roman took my hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you seriously think dinner is what I’m worried about right now?”

I looked up at him. “Come on, Camila, how is your grandmother?”

His voice was softer than before. And suddenly, I realised he hadn’t come here to complain about another cancelled date. He came because he was worried about me.

I shook my head, trying to steady my voice. “They’re still attending to her. I haven’t heard anything yet. They only told me to wait.”

Roman studied my face for a moment before stepping closer. He took both my hands in his, his fingers closing gently around mine.

“Camila, breathe. Your grandmother is a strong woman. She’ll get through this.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But how was I supposed to remain calm when the woman who had been my entire world was lying somewhere behind those emergency room doors?

Minutes dragged into what felt like hours. Every time the doors opened, my attention snapped towards them, only to sink again when it wasn’t a doctor coming to give us an update.

Roman glanced at the emergency room before turning back to me.

“No news doesn’t necessarily mean bad news, Camila. If something had gone terribly wrong, surely someone would have come out to tell you. Try not to torture yourself with possibilities.”

I gave a faint nod, though his words did little to quiet the fear twisting inside me. He guided me towards a long sofa and waited until I sat down before taking the seat beside me. For a while, I said nothing. Then the words began to spill out.

“She means everything to me, Roman. She’s all I have.” My throat tightened. “My parents died when I was very young. I barely remember what it was like having them around. It was Grandma and me for as long as I can remember. She filled every space they left behind. She made sure I never felt deprived of love or attention.”

I stared at my hands. “Growing up, nobody made me feel different because I didn’t have parents. Nobody dared to make my childhood miserable. I sometimes think Grandma must have spoken to half the children in the neighbourhood before I even started school.”

A weak smile touched my lips, but it disappeared almost immediately.

“She was always protective of my feelings. She encouraged me to live without constantly worrying about what people thought. If I wanted something, she would tell me to go after it. If I liked someone, I shouldn’t be afraid to admit it. She always said life was too short to spend pretending to be someone else just to please people.”

My voice faltered. “She made me believe I could do anything because she would always be there to support me. And somehow, while I was busy building my own life, I didn’t pay enough attention to how much time was passing for her.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I kept thinking she would always be there. That we’d have more time.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had said.

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Roman didn’t interrupt. He simply remained beside me, listening.

I knew what I must have looked like: a complete wreck, with swollen eyes and trembling hands. Nothing like The composed woman who walked into boardrooms and negotiated business deals. Nothing like the perso

usually tried to present to the world.

“I don’t want to lose her,” I whispered.

Roman’s expression softened. “Then don’t start mourning her before you have a reason to, Camila Your grandmother hasn’t given up, so you shouldn’t either.” I looked at him. “She wouldn’t want to leave you he continued quietly. “And I’m sure she knows how much you need her. Hold on to that until the doctors tellus something.”

I nodded, unable to trust my voice. For a few moments, I let myself draw comfort from his presence was grateful he hadn’t complained about the cancelled dinner or made me feel guilty for leaving him waiting. He had come all this way simply to be there.

But as the panic slowly loosened its grip, another feeling crept in.

An uncomfortable realisation. I had just told Roman almost everything about my childhood. My parents were dead. My grandmother had raised me alone. She was the person who had given me everything and shaped the woman I had become.

I froze. Oh, no. What had I done?

Anyone familiar with the Whitmore family would know that Evelyn Whitmore had lost her parents at a young age and been raised by her grandmother. Those details weren’t exactly a secret to people who followed the family closely. And Roman Blackwell was hardly an ordinary man. He was observant, intelligent, and annoyingly good at putting pieces together.

I had spent so much time making sure he saw me as nothing more than Camila Hart, an ordinary secretary. Yet here I was, practically handing him the details of my private life. Had he noticed the connection?

I stole a glance at him. He appeared calm, his attention directed towards the emergency room. But that didn’t mean his mind wasn’t working. My stomach tightened. There was only one way to find out, though I wasn’t