CHAPTER 48

Walking with elegance without even blinking, but mocking the man on the ground, who was holding his left arm with his right hand again, and the breath unstable, Camilla followed him. Mr. Milan did everything he could to drag himself over the floor and get away from his granddaughter.

“Let… let me… go… Let… me go…! You… you should’ve died!” The man said again and again.

There was nothing in the world that made Camilla suffer. Not even the comments coming from her grandfather. That time had been left behind. Coming from the lowest of the lowest was not always a bad thing.

“Get… Go… go to hell! Get… het the hell… out of here!” Mr. Milan said, dragging himself away from her.

Camilla, with wise steps, she took the needle she had in her bag together with the little bottle of glass that Bastian had given her before.

“W-what… what are you… doing, damn bitch?!”

Camilla smiled. “I remember how many times you confessed to me to miss your son, my father, of course. Don’t you think a little meetup