"Camilla?"
Not hearing a response, Tiffany tentatively called out again.
"Are you still there?"
"I am,"
Camilla replied, snapping back to reality.
"Fanny, what are you going to do now?"
A long silence stretched on the other end of the line before Tiffany finally spoke, her voice deliberately light, as if brushing off something trivial.
"Nothing, really.
It was just an accident. Once Calvin recovers, we'll naturally go back to being two parallel lines—never meant to cross."
Outside the door, Calvin's raised hand froze mid-knock.
The smile on his lips faded slowly.
A few seconds later, he turned away, footsteps deliberately quiet.
His strikingly handsome face was unreadable.
"Fanny, Calvin isn't as reckless as he appears on the surface," Camilla spoke softly, voicing her thoughts.
"And if he didn't have feelings for you, he wouldn't have let you get close or allowed any of this to happen."
