Chapter 675

Camille arrived at her design studio only to find Elva sitting rigidly, as if awaiting a verdict.

“Are you the wife of Mr. Chambers?” she inquired with a touch of surprise.

Elva, flustered, rose to her feet. “Ms. Camille,” she corrected, her voice a soft tremor.

Camille’s gaze swept over the woman before her. She had expected the grand dame of the Chambers family to be an epitome of sophistication and brashness. But the reality was quite different.

Elva was clad in a simple white power suit with her hair pulled back into a neat chignon. Despite the impeccable makeup, it couldn’t mask her pallor and the weariness in her eyes.

“Mrs. Chambers, please take a seat,” Camille offered, her voice even.

She had come with a grudge against the Chambers Group but seeing Elva, the anger just wouldn’t surface. Instead, she decided to wait and see what card Elva would play.

“Ms. Camille, I know it’s quite presumptuous of me to come unannounced, but I really need your help to design an evening gown,” Elva pleaded urgently. “Money is no object. Whatever others can offer, I can double, triple it. I just need you to make a dress for me. Please,”

“Mrs. Chambers, I’m just a designer, Camille chided gently, noting how Elva’s hands trembled around her teacup, her eyes glazed over. “But you should know, ever since my studio opened, we’ve operated strictly by appointment. No one can bypass this rule.”

by a sudden, soft thud Elva

you doing?” Camille exclaimed, rushing to

beneath the sleeve that had ridden up – a

her mother enduring humiliation and abuse at the hands of the man who called himself her father

truly stand out. No one else’s work is even worth considering,” Elva said, her body trembling, her voice choked with

said, her voice hoarse as she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you, let’s take your measurements. Perhaps I have something ready–to–wear that would suit you.”

clung to Camille’s hand. “Thank you, truly, thank you so

the studio staff and assistants dismissed, it was just the two of them. Camille took

Chambers, what do you think of these three? If they’re not to your liking, I can find others,” Camille

green gown close, as if fearing Camille might change her mind. “No trouble at all, this one will do.

heart clenched at the sight of Elva’s strained demeanor. “Ready–to–wear isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t you try it on and I’ll make the

Elva stepped into the fitting room.

bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge,

the fitting room jolted her.

Are you alright? Mrs. Chambers?” Camille called out, her voice

the worst and broke into the room.

she cried out.

half–dressed, revealing a back marred by

Camille covered Elva with her own jacket, gently lifting

wake

fluttered open,

voice filled with urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers, what happened to you? What are these marks?”

turned away, unable to face

abused? Is Matthew hurting you?” Camille’s

herself as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money for the dress, and

Elva moved to leave, Camille shouted after her, “Mrs. Chambers! Domestic abuse will never stop once it begins! You know better than anyone the humiliation and pain you’ve been enduring all these years! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with a man worse than a beast? How much longer

do I have?” Elva burst out, her composure shattered. “Right now, I can at

real dead–end! Mrs.

door slammed shut before she could

frozen, her expression a mask of anger and indignation. A thought began

when another luxury sedan arrogantly pulled in, parking

has this little witch picked out? It’s so out of the way, the drive here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman stepping out of the car, dressed in a pink lace dress that screamed suburban chic. Her eyes were full of

half–sister, Eunice Evert.

“This so–called ‘renowned designer‘ is just a title she’s given

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