Hint of betrayal

"Do you have something to tell me?" Primrose asked, her words leaving me momentarily speechless.

I could sense the expectation in her voice, as if she expected me to immediately jump in with an explanation.

I hesitated, my hand hovering over the phone, unsure of how to respond

I gathered my thoughts, trying to find the right words to respond to Primrose's query. "I didn't notice anything unusual though" I mumbled

"Well, care to explain why you and Camela suddenly went missing yesterday?" She continued, her voice tinged with a cold edge, "the car you used to drive is not far from the robot car, and no one was there when reporters arrived”

My ears perked up at Primrose's words "Let me tell you a secret," Primrose whispered on the phone, her tone filled with a hint of mischievous playfulness.

"The truth is, I hacked the self-driving car on purpose. “My heart skipped a beat after hearing it

I was caught off guard by her knowledge about the self-driving car.

I hesitated, trying to find the words to respond.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked

I wonder why she confessed to me rather than kept it a secret. Is she trying to manipulate me into doing something, or if there’s a deeper reason behind her actions.

But I couldn't be sure what her true motivations were or what she was planning to achieve.

"I want to know what Camella would do to save our grandfather's face from shame and humiliation," she stated firmly.

"And then, there's a report that someone pressed the car's kill switch... You drove her towards the car, correct? It was Camela who turn off the switch, wasn't it?" she asked

"And you didn't bother telling me?" her voice carrying a sense of accusation against me. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to formulate a response, feeling backed into a corner by her questioning.

"I don't know" I froze

"How long can I keep this up? I've become a pawn in Primrose's hands" I contemplated silently. The reason for my continued service to Primrose felt like a weight I couldn't fully comprehend.

I knew I had to come up with an explanation,

"I'm still keeping an eye on her “I responded

"I'll end this call now “I said as I dropped the call and went inside the house

The thought of Primrose's wrath made me wince, aware that she could easily destroy me.

My eyes widened as I witnessed the sight before me, as my jaw fell open in shock as I returned home

A mixture of disbelief and surprise overwhelmed me

"Camela...in the kitchen!!!!

Your appearance is absolutely stunning, Miss Camela! I can see why you're sought-after as an actress," my mom gushed “and Oh you didn't have to bother cooking you know"

I couldn't believe seeing her standing there, sleeves rolled up, engrossed in cooking within the confine of our kitchen.

"You're beautiful as well Mrs. leondale" camela responded” you have such beautiful black hair and green eyes like so much like gerald

"How sweet, I never imagined Miss camela visiting our humble home," she added

Annie continued to chew potatochips, she spoke through her mouthful, her words muffled. "Don't listen to her auntie Regina, she's a bully to Gerald yah know" Annie said, her expression sour as she stuffed more chips into her mouth, her dislike for Camella clear in her tone and expression

Camela's smile remained unfazed, "Actually, I want Gerald to serve me again" she stated,. "I would love to have him back," she added pointedly.

I walked towards the kitchen

"What a gorgeous bouquet!" My mom said as soon as she saw me enter the kitchen with big flowers in my hands

"I'm sorry, but I won't be serving you again" I stated, as I put the flower on the table

"I won't be leaving until you agree" she insisted,

"Do want you want"

"Gerald!" My mother gently reprimanded me, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment for what I had just said

However, Camela seemed unbothered by my comment, her serene smile unfazed.

"The food is ready" camela said as she skillfully moved through the kitchen, her fingers delicately arranging the table setting with a touch of elegance.

Crisp white linens were draped over the wooden table, creating a pristine setting.

Silverware was arranged meticulously with a cloth napkin placed on top. Soft flickering candlelight illuminated the space, casting a warm glow, creating an intimate atmosphere. It was almost as if the simple kitchen table had become a refined dining table.

We sat around the table, the aroma of the food filling the air.

Camela beamed with pride as she brought out plates of steaming spaghetti, the smell of tomato sauce and herbs wafting through the air.

"I've made you some Italian pasta," she said, setting down the plates on the table.

“Come on its nothing special its just spaghetti “Annie said at took a bite ”oh dear this is good “she burst out

“Oh, and I have more Western cuisines to share with you! From flavorful Mexican burritos to healthy American-style macaroni and cheese."

"This is so good!" My mom exclaimed, a hint of excitement in her voice. “But what's even more impressive is your talent for western cuisine. I had no idea you had such a wide range of culinary skills."

"I would love to have someone like miss Camella as a daughter-in-law. Why not marry her, Gerald?" The suggestion hung in the air, igniting a mix of amusement and slight discomfort within me

“Why would I Marry a robot? “I thought as I rolled my eyes"

She's not even camela. What’s in front of you is an android named nora two who looks exactly like her

"Did you do the cooking, Camella? Is this your first time cooking?"

"This is my first time “she responded as she cheerfully watch us eating

"You should be proud of your culinary skills."

She's a robot, so she could, in theory, do anything," I murmured softly,

I couldn't help but to stare at her

The thought of nora 2 being an artificial intelligence and her nature as a robot meant she was fully capable of anything. she had access to vast knowledge and capabilities. As if she had been programmed to excel in every aspect.

The idea that she could practically accomplish anything, without limitations, crossed my mind. I wondered if anything was beyond her abilities, or if there were limitations to the tasks she could handle.

"It's getting late miss camela why don't you stay here for the rest of the night? You can have Gerald’s room and he'll be staying in the couch “My mom suggested, considering the lateness of the hour.

"She's not staying" I snapped, contrasted sharply with my mother's hospitality.

Camela, sensing the tension in the air,

"Excuse me," she said gently with a small bow before retreating quietly.

My mother turned her gaze toward me, her tone gentle but somewhat disappointed. "Gerald, you know it's getting late. You could have been more considerate," she pointed out, her voice carrying a hint of disapproval.

.Annie's interjection interrupted the tension, "Don't worry, Auntie" annie said

“I think she could have her driver come and pick her up, “she added trying to diffuse the tension.