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Ethan nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "Alright, thanks. Please let Camila know that I'll be back for her in a few minutes," he requested, his tone filled with a mix of determination and longing.

Amelia nodded in agreement, assuring him, "Of course, Ethan. I'll make sure she knows."

With a final smile, Ethan turned and walked away.

After Ethan left for his mom's room, Amelia cautiously turned the doorknob of the spare room and entered. Inside, she found Camila rummaging through her bag, selecting clothes for their impending departure. Camila, sensing Amelia's presence, turned her neck and greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hey, Amelia! What's up?" Camila asked curiously.

Amelia, intrigued by Camila's actions, inquired, "What are you doing, Camila?"

With a hint of excitement in her voice, Camila replied, "Oh, Ethan and I are actually leaving the villa."

"Oh, He mentioned it to me a few minutes ago near the door," Amelia recalled and nodded, understanding the situation. Curi