Ivy's POV

“Even I am disgusted by the sight of you,” Camille’s cold words echoed in the room.

I froze, taken aback by the sharpness of her voice. It stung, but I understood. Maybe she had every right to despise me. I hope you get better soon. I’m sorry, I murmured before leaving, sensing that my presence might only anger her more.

Stepping out, I accidentally stumbled into a young woman. “S-sorry…”

“What were you thinking?” she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade. ...