"Guilty".

"Mother where is Chris?" she asked.

"He stayed longer to talk to your brother " she answered.

Saying goodbye to her parents Camilla ran back to find Chris.

He was kneeling next to her brother's grave with his head held down. She walked closer to tell him it was time to leave but stopped upon hearing a sobbing sound.

Kneeling next to him she held his hand, " Did mother say something to make you feel this way?" she asked.

His teary-eyed face looked up at her, gazing into her worried brown eyes.

He nodded then said, " she just remained me about the past "

"What past and why does it make you feel this way?"

He felt her soft warm hands carcasses his face wiping away the tears. A smile appeared on his face pulling her closer.

"Don't worry it's something you shouldn't even ask about and since it's the past we don't need to dwell in it ". he got up leading her away from the grave.

Camilla drove them back home in silence, Chris seemed to be occupied with his thoughts.

" I will get off here " he had said to her before they got home. Camilla had asked why and where he was going but only got a smile from him then he left.

She was now nuzzled in the living room waiting for him but it was past midnight now and he wasn't home yet.

Chris got to his parents home at the time of dinner. His mother was serving her husband when he stormed in.

"You finally decide to come to see us," she said glancing at him.

His father met his eyes and frowned, " What's wrong did something happen?" he asked.

"Why do you bother asking, his head has been wrapped around by that forgetful evil girl from the Smiths" his mother commented.

Chris turned to his mother, "Did you she was pregnant before causing that accident?" he asked.

Both his parents looked at him in awe. His mother's face turned pale instantly.

"You mean she was pregnant when it happened?" she stammered.

Chris's face turned even more ugly completely erasing his handsome but cold face.

"Mother I asked a question first so answer me now " he shouted.

His father got up, " Dont bark at your mother like that "

Chris seemed to be holding back his anger with each passing moment, he smirked at his Dad then turned back to his mother.

Her gazes seemed too shy to look at him he felt even angrier.

Tears flowed down his face, " You killed an innocent baby...just so you could get your way" when his mother tried to approach him he backed away. " I don't even remember the last time you acted like my mother " were his last words before he stormed off.

His father turned to his wife in surprise and anger, " I can't believe you did that to our own grandson " he left the dining table.

Chris's mother dropped in her seat as tears blocked her vision. She had pushed Camilla away that day not knowing why she had come. Telling her men to cause the accident so she wouldn't cling to his son anymore but without knowing in the process her grandson had been killed.

Calling his assistant Chris dwelled his pain in drinking. They drank until he could not even stand straight. His assistant had driven him home after he passed out.

Camilla was woken up by the sound of her doorbell. Rushing off she opened the door.

Chris was being held by his assistant, he was a mess.

They moved him to his room then his assistant left.

"He isn't in his right state of mind so please take care of him," he said before leaving.

She nodded biding him a good night. After seeing him off she turned back at the drunk Chris.