She pulled out the chair across from me and rested a hand on it, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “Clara, sorry to interrupt your anniversary. Damien asked me to inform you he won’t be able to come. He’s at the hospital with Ethan.”
My chest tightened. “Ethan? What happened?”
“There was a minor accident. Nothing life-threatening, but Damien rushed over as soon as he heard.”
I pushed my chair back so quickly it scraped against the floor. “Why didn’t he call me? He knows how close I am to Ethan. Take me there—I’ll go with you.”
But instead of agreeing, Camille’s expression shifted into something unsettling. She folded her arms, studying me with thinly veiled amusement.
“You really are naïve, aren’t you?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”
She tilted her head, her tone laced with something between pity and ridicule. “Doesn’t it seem odd to you? Every time Ethan needs something, Damien abandons everything—his meetings, his plans, even you.”
“Well… of course,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Ethan’s his younger brother. That’s family.”
Camille let out a soft laugh. “Brother? Clara, you really believe that?”
My stomach knotted. “What exactly are you implying?”