Meanwhile, in San Francisco.
Sinclair had just stepped off the plane with Camilla in his arms when one of their guards approached them.
"President Luther, Madam," he said solemnly, his voice low and grave.
"We've found the nurse who attended Madam back then."
Camilla's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she immediately turned to look at the man beside her.
Sinclair's expression remained unchanged, but his dark eyes instantly turned icy cold.
"sweetheart,"
Camilla held Sinclair's icy hand, trying to transfer the warmth from her palm to his.
"Let's go back and see."
"Mmm."
Sinclair noticed the worry etched on Camilla's face and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
"Don't worry.
I'm fine."
How could he be fine?
Camilla's beautiful eyes trembled slightly.
She knew all too well just how much the truth from back then meant to Sinclair.
Ramsey understood as well, which was why he didn't dare say a word.
