Just then— "Boss, Madam," Aunt Naomi walked in, holding Carrie Ann's hand, her face bright with a warm smile.
"Dinner is ready."
Carrie Ann slipped free from Aunt Naomi's grasp and immediately darted into Camilla's arms, giggling.
Another one to the rescue.
Sinclair's eyes darkened as he loosened his tie with a sharp tug.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.
"Camilla..." Tiffany gaped in shock.
"Who... who is this little girl?"
A secret love child?
A runaway ex-lover returning with an adorable kid to reclaim his heart?
Clearly, Tiffany's imagination was running wild, fueled by one too many melodramatic web novels.
"It's a long story," Camilla said with a soft laugh, glancing at Ramsey.
"Let's talk over dinner."
"Take Tiffany Tiffany to the dining room." "Right away."
Ramsey immediately wheeled the chair toward Tiffany and guided her toward the dining area.
Camilla held Carrie's small hand and approached Sinclair, her voice tender.
