Chapter 148. Camille

Tristan's POV

I couldn't believe that Camille of all people were standing on the front steps of my house. She seems to look better, as I thought grief would shatter her. I was still fuming on the inside with these court cr^p documents in my hand, and now I don't know why Camille would want to discuss anything about this house. 

I furrowed my brows, "Why would you want to talk about this house... and see me about what?" I asked. 

"Well, aren't you going to invite your sister-in-law inside?" 

I let out a sigh and opened the door wider, stepping aside so that she could enter. "Thank you," she said as she entered. She had a black handbag in her hand. I closed the door behind her. I found her studying the lounge and dining area. 

"So?" I pushed as she turned to face me