Blanche's POV
That evening at the Callum Mansion, Camila and I returned home together. Camila rushed straight to the kitchen to warm up the egg pancakes she'd prepared that morning.
She carried them out and hovered nearby, watching nervously as I sampled them.
The pancakes weren't particularly tasty, but I cleaned my plate completely, heaping praise on Camila while casually mentioning a few improvements she could try.
Camila absorbed every suggestion eagerly, vowing to perfect them next time.
Following dinner, our entire family came together for some heartwarming conversation.
When I headed upstairs to freshen up and grabbed my phone, I was stunned to discover many missed calls—all from Zain.
I was still processing this when my phone buzzed to life again.
Zain was calling yet again.
My instincts screamed that something urgent must have happened.
I picked up immediately.
