A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 230

Claire grabbed Camila's hand, picked up the keys, and said to the people in the house, "I'm off to pick up some groceries for us."

They down the stairs.

Camila frowned, "If it weren't for Drew, I really wouldn't want to deal with them."

Claire gently patted her daughter's hand. "I know, but they are family after all."

Camila scoffed, "Family? Mom, have you forgotten how Uncle treated us?"

She said angrily, "When he made money from his business, you asked him for a loan to open a diner, but did he care? Later, when he fell on hard times, he even had the nerve to ask you to help pay for his house."

Claire sighed helplessly, and the bitterness in her heart was rising like a tide. She couldn't forget those past events either.

Camila spoke up, "I'll go to the supermarket with you first."

When they walked past Cole's fruit stand, Cole hurried to the entrance, anxiously asking, "Why didn't you open your shop today? Are you feeling unwell? I've been trying to call you all day."

Seeing Cole's worried expression, Camila sneakily pinched Claire's arm.

Claire blushed slightly and swatted Camila's hand, then looked up at Cole. "My nephew had a bit of trouble."

"Is it something serious? Do you need help?" Cole took off his apron, ready to leave with them.

Claire smiled, "It's sorted. We're just heading out to get some supplies."

"Be careful on the road," Cole advised.

Claire nodded.

"Bye, Cole." Camila waved smilingly at Cole.

After shopping, they carried a big bag of groceries to their apartment building.

"You don't need to come up. It's getting late." Claire took the shopping bag from Camila. "I can take it up myself. Just text me when you get home." Camila nodded.

She caught a taxi back to her place, and it was already past one in the morning.

After taking off her sneakers, Camila massaged her calves. It was good that she had worn more casual clothes and sneakers. Standing outside the police station for seven hours had been physically and emotionally draining.

After texting Claire to inform her that she was at home now, she grabbed her pajamas and went to shower.

Under the showerhead, the droplets fell on her skin. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift with the flow of the water.

Suddenly, the names Connor and Haylie popped into her mind. She opened her eyes, a bitter smile curling her lips.

The water stopped, and Camila dried off and put on her pajamas.

She walked over to her bed and lay down. Her fingers gently caressed the phone screen; Connor had called her several times while she was at the police station, but she hadn't answered.

She hesitated about whether to call Connor back.

It was two o'clock, so she put down the phone.

Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Once more, she unlocked her phone and opened Twitter.

[Connor's statement claims he and Haylie are just friends.]

It was on the top trending.

Camila's heart tightened, and she clicked on the hot search. The statement emphasized that he and Haylie were just friends.

She opened the comment section, where the messages from netizens varied widely, presenting all kinds of views.

[Hope Haylie can step out of the shadows and start anew.]

[What kind of friendship is this?]

[Whether they're just friends or not, we only hope Haylie can be happy and joyful.]

Her finger slid across the screen.

[The statement is to protect Haylie!]

Her finger stopped on this comment, a short sentence that stirred significant waves in her heart.

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