After listening to her son's speculation, Julia furrowed her delicate brows. Her son's guess had some merit, but if it was truly Jimmy who was behind it, why wouldn't Jimmy tell Rachel and them about it? Why make Rachel and her husband worry?
"Mom, how credible do you think my speculation is?"
Ivan's deep, black eyes flickered slightly, his sharp and keen gaze bursting forth.
Despite his youthful appearance that couldn't hide his handsome features, his face remained as steady as a mountain. Inside, he was anxious and worried for Camila's safety, but outwardly, there was no trace of panic. His slightly thin lips pressed together, resembling Glades Horne, and his strong physique stood tall like a poplar tree, seeming ready to face the storm.
Julia pondered. From her analysis, she found it unlikely.
Jimmy was a sensible child; he wouldn't do such a thing. Wasn't it just making both families worry for nothing?
