Kamille’s POV

“Hey Kamille, I’ve sent you the names, ID cards, and details of the home tutors. You can reach out to them when you’re ready. Christopher.”

I smiled, reading the message at the breakfast table. Chris’s thoughtfulness and care over the past few days had helped me move past Zeke’s betrayal. I was still hurt remembering what he’d done, but I was learning to leave him in the past.

I opened the mail containing the two tutors’ profiles—a male and a female. They were perfect; all that remained was the doctor’s approval.

“Hurry up with your meal; you don’t want the doctor to meet you at the breakfast table,” I told my kids, who were playing with their food. I knew they were okay, but I needed to be sure. I couldn’t take any chances.

They finished their meal and went upstairs with Nanny Dona while I waited for the doctor in the living room. I scrolled through my phone—my go-to gossip source when Amanda and Belle were at work and the kids were occupied. I’d taken time off work, first because of Royer, then because of everything. Once the doctor confirmed the children were healthy, I would return to work. Returning to London had its advantages and disadvantages; my work was definitely an advantage.

My phone buzzed, jolting me from my thoughts. A furrowed brow creased my forehead as I checked the unknown number. The message was a video—blurred and grainy, like CCTV footage.

Curiosity propelled me forward as I watched. The familiar view of the Manor family mansion appeared, my car parked in front. Then, a masked male figure approached, opened my car door, and disappeared inside for a moment before emerging. Minutes later, I saw myself exiting the mansion, my face etched with pain and sadness. The memory of that day—Zeke’s betrayal and heartbreak—flooded back. I remembered my tear-stained face leaving Zeke’s mansion with my divorce papers, clutching only the baby in my womb. I hadn’t known then that fate would bless me with four amazing children.

The video ended as I started my car and drove away. I knew the ending: the tears, the pain, the determination to survive.

My heart sank. My car had no known faults, yet the brakes had failed. It was all planned, deliberate. The truth hit me hard. They hated me, but attempting to eliminate me in an accident? That was pure evil. After Zeke’s divorce, Ellen’s betrayal, and Reymond Manor stripping me of my rights and throwing me out, they still wanted me dead?

They deserved no sympathy; they deserved far worse than death. I needed to see a lawyer immediately. Bringing Ellen down would be difficult, and I needed to act quickly. Grandma Monica’s letter was half the key, but I needed more evidence.

The doorbell rang. “Welcome, Doctor,” I greeted Doctor John as he entered with a female nurse. “Hello, Miss,” I added to the nurse. They responded.

“Thank you, Miss Kamille. How are you doing?” Doctor John asked.

“I’m very well, Doctor. Thank you,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’ll get the kids shortly. Please make yourselves comfortable,” I said, gesturing to the sofas. Once they were settled, I went upstairs for the children.

The video was playing on my mind, but I maintained a calm expression with my kids. Nanny Dona helped me get them downstairs. Doctor John and the nurse had already set up a portable hospital bed. He examined Tyris, Royer, Torin, and Reon.

“Mummy, can we go back to play now?” Royer asked after fidgeting.

“Once the doctor says so, but for now, we wait patiently, okay?”

“Okay, Mummy.” He replied, sulking as he sat down. Nanny Dona entertained them with stories.

I wished I could join them, but my mind was consumed by the letter and the lawyer.

“Miss Kamille, here’s the report,” Doctor John said, handing me the paper.

“They’re ninety-eight percent physically and mentally fit. This is great news, Doctor,” I said, momentarily forgetting my worries.

My kids squealed. “Does that mean we can go to school now?” Torin asked, running to Doctor John.

“Yes, once your mother is ready,” Doctor John replied.

Satisfied, they turned to me. “Mummy, will we go?” Royer asked. Torin and Tyris joined in.

“Kids,” I said. “For now, you’ll be homeschooled. In time, you’ll go to school with other children.”

Their faces fell. I sighed. Noticing my distress, Nanny Dona intervened.

“Alright, kids, who’s ready for some games?” The kids cheered, forgetting about school.

Nanny Dona squeezed my shoulders as she passed. She took the kids upstairs.

I retrieved the letter from my drawer and messaged the number it contained. We needed to meet so I could gather more evidence to support Grandma Monica’s letter.

My children’s safety was paramount. Should I return to the US, where we were safe? Or stay and risk another attack? Thoughts swirled. My phone beeped. The lawyer had replied: “We will mail your meeting address and time.”

I closed my phone and sighed. This had better go well.