Camila's POV
"Henry went back to Miami?" I was stunned by what Nancy just shared.
Nancy confirmed with a nod. "Yeah, he mentioned something about an issue in his company that needed urgent attention. He thought you might not answer his calls, so he asked me to inform you."
Without saying a word, I grabbed my cup of tea, took a sip, and then placed the cup on the table.
"What does he think I am, a messenger for your relationship drama?" Nancy's words echoed in my mind.
I was fuming with frustration, my anger bubbling up as Nancy's words replayed in my head.
Nancy, sensing my frustration, tried to explain, "Camila, it wasn't intentional. He had some urgent matters at his company, and he had to leave. He asked me to pass on the message."
I scoffed, my irritation evident. "So, what? He just leaves without talking to me, and expects me to find out through you?"
