SHE PLANS TO USE ME..., BUT I PLAN TO USE HER TOO...

"Abraham, why don't you be like your sister? Goodness, teach him for now. I'll find a solution later," Cordilia sighed tiredly as she brought out her phone.

"OK mom. Abraham, follow me now. If you misbehave, I trash you and you better not scream for your mom like a new born baby," Goodness said as she held him by his hand and took him away.

Cordilia was too tired to chide her for the abuse as she quietly went to the garden to sit down. She was thinking about Camille, what if her daughter was in danger right now? She knew Camille needed to be independent by experiencing life on her own without her family but she couldn't help the feeling of unease creeping into her, the urge to go and check on her everyday.

She quickly brought out her phone to call her husband but it wasn't connecting. He was probably still on duty.

But nevertheless, she sent a text,

[Wifey: Pls call me back when you're out of the hospital. We need to talk]

***

Camille sat on her bed in silence. Her brain was muddled, she couldn't even read no matter how much she tried to. It was as if the words were floating in her mind and disappearing due to her disturbing thoughts.

Was she doing the right thing? Was she acting immature thinking she could handle all problems? Was she being used by Cynthia?

Her heart was filled with fear, anxiety and hesitation. She couldn't just loose a dear friendship due to making some fickle schemes that wasn't sure of success. She may get through it but the trust may not be there anymore. She didn't want anyone to feel she was taking control of their life.

She wanted to inform her family but immediately killed that idea. It'll only bring more problems. So there was only one way out.

Cut the crap with Cynthia and get Meethi to understand her. That was all and everything will be over.

"Hello Cynthia,"

"Who're you?"

A deep voice was heard from the other end. Camille looked at her phone again, she was sure this was Cynthia's phone,

"Uh...hello. Sorry for disturbing you but do you know Cynthia?"

"Oh Cynthia? I'll get back to you."

"Alright," Camille hung up confused. She was sure that wasn't Prof Johnson's voice. Maybe that was her boyfriend? However, she had no time to think about that. She put on her slippers and made her way to Meethi's room.

"Hi..." Emily opened the door.

"Hello, won't you let a visitor in?"

"Why not?"

"Where's Meethi?"

"She's not feeling that good."

"Why is that?"

"Someone sent a recording,"

"Heh!"

Camille had the urge to hiss in laughter,

"Could you guys please have a little trust in me?"

"Huh?" Emily and Meethi reacted to her statement at the same time.

Camille sighed and closed the door of the room,

"I'm trying to help you get the truth. I told you I'm not sure if he's dead or not but we're sure you didn't intentionally do anything. So, if I can get a clue to the whereabouts of the parents, we can explain the truth to them before Cynthia gets there and turns the whole story around. If we do not do anything now, I'm afraid she'll convince them to report to the police and you know no way then will end good."

Meethi and Emily looked at her in surprise, "You thought of all these?"

"Yes. I know she wants to use me...but, I plan to use her also...."