"Madam!" Hermie called out after ending the call with the driver, making Cammy’s heart race.
"What did he say?" Cammy asked and her voice was full of urgency.
"He said he placed the urn in the columbarium. He inford Mr. Veston when he found the urn and he instructed him to put it there for now. Mr. Veston thought you brought it here so ti ago as a replacent for his mother’s urn since it’s pink," Hermie explained.
"Oh no! Did he ntion if he was told to transfer his mother’s ashes into the pink urn?" Cammy asked, panic rising within her.
"He didn’t sa—Madam!" Hermie started to respond but was cut off as Cammy rushed toward the columbarium.
Inside, Cammy’s eyes imdiately went to the area where Duncan’s parents and brother’s ashes were kept, but she didn’t see a pink urn.
"Where is it?" Cammy muttered, frantically searching for the urn.
"Madam!" Hermie called out, clutching the doorfra and trying to catch her breath. "You didn’t let finish—he–"
"Where is it? It’s not here!" Cammy asked frantically.
"Please, Madam, calm down," Hermie urged, her voice gentle. "It’s not good for you to get so upset." She walked over to the utility cabinet.
Cammy watched anxiously as Hermie opened the cabinet and pulled sothing out.
"The driver said he placed it here because it felt heavy and he was waiting for Mr Veston to decide what to do with it," Hermie explained, turning around and handing the urn to Cammy.
With trembling hands, Cammy took the urn, checked the ashes, and was relieved that it was still there. As soon as it was fully in her arms, she hugged it tightly, sinking to the floor in a wave of emotion, startling Hermie.
"I’m so sorry, my loves. Mommy’s here now. You’re safe. I’m so sorry I left you. Please forgive ..." Cammy sobbed, clutching the urn of her twins tightly.
Hermie’s eyes welled up with tears. She couldn’t imagine the depth of her Madam’s pain—losing not only her daughters but her husband and everything that once made up her life. The vacation ho, once a place of joy and cherished weekends and holidays, was now tainted by her husband’s infidelity. The house she lovingly built and cared for had beco a place where his mistresses now visit often.
Hermie marveled at where her Madam found the strength to endure all of this. Returning here to recover the urn after such betrayal showed incredible bravery. Cammy was undeniably a strong woman, and Hermie, as a mother and wife herself, understood that resilience.
Moved by her Madam’s grief, Hermie knelt in front of Cammy and gently embraced her, unsure if soone of Cammy’s status would welco such comfort. To her surprise, Cammy leaned into her, still hugging the urn, and began to sob even harder.
Hermie stroked her back and rested her head against Cammy’s. "Let it all out, Madam. I understand the pain you’re going through, and the burden weighing on your heart. Cry it all out. You don’t deserve any of this, but you’re doing an amazing job facing it all.
You’re standing strong, and you haven’t backed down. Hold your head high. Those who’ve hurt you will eventually face the consequences of their wrongdoings. You’re a strong woman because you’re Dylan’s mom! And Dylan’s mom is a role model for won everywhere. Keep going, Madam. You’re making your little one proud. You’re making proud, too!" Hermie said with heartfelt conviction, causing Cammy to cry even louder.
Hermie’s words struck Cammy deeply—painful, but full of hope and support. At that mont, she realized she wasn’t alone. In her battle, there were people who stood by her, ready to lend their strength when hers was running low.
After pouring all her pain out, she wiped her tears and stood up confidently as if nothing happened.
"There’s sothing else on my agenda today," she said.
"Yes, anything Madam. Just say it, I will do it for you," Hermie responded.
"Are our clothes still here?"
It took a few monts for Hermie to reply and Cammy saw the hesitation on her face.
"Yes, follow ..."
Cammy followed Hermie down to the basent, where she watched her pull out several boxes of different sizes. Hermie placed them in front of her and began opening each one.
"The butler called and said Ms. Tucker ordered everything belonging to you and Dylan to be thrown away. But I saved it all here, just in case your parents wanted to collect them."
"That bitch," Cammy muttered under her breath, though Hermie caught it.
"I agree, Madam. She has no decency at all... Do you have a car to take these with you?"
"Yes, it’s parked by the back entrance. My friend drove here. You can take the boxes to him. I also want to take so pots, pans, dinnerware, and maybe so utensils. Would that be alright?" Cammy asked.
"Of course, Madam! Why are you even asking ? Everything here is yours."
"I know, but rember, Duncan thinks we’re dead. I don’t want to cause any trouble for you."
"Don’t worry about . No one will notice. Mr. Veston doesn’t co near the kitchen, and as you know, I do all the cooking, so I’m the only one who knows what’s in there."
"Thank you, Hermie, I don’t know how to repay you."
"You already did, on the day you hired . I’ll take these out, please grab anything that you want in the kitchen."
Cammy walked out of the basent and headed to the kitchen. She only took so essential things that she and Dylan would need.
When Cammy returned to the car, Ric noticed how swollen her eyes were. He knew that she cried inside. He quickly took the plastic bags that Cammy was carrying and instructed her to sit in the car just in case soone she knew passed by. He placed the rest of the things in the back passenger seat since his trunk was already full of boxes.
Hermie approached him after bringing the last paper bag which was full of grocery items. "Sir, I know my Madam trusted you that’s why you are the one who is with her now. Please take care of her. She’s a good person and she badly needs people like you to stay by her side," Hermie said sincerely.
Ric smiled and patted Hermie’s shoulder, "You can count on . Please don’t tell anyone they are alive. She has a plan and let’s support her on that."
After securing everything inside the trunk and passenger seat, Ric and Cammy left the vacation house. Ric stayed quiet and patiently waited for Cammy to start the conversation.
She was in deep thought as she stared through the window and Ric did not want to disturb her. He could not imagine how heavy she must be carrying and all he could do was to make sure she felt that she was not alone.
He could see the shift in her as if she had made a silent promise to herself in the stillness of the car. He didn’t say a word, knowing that Cammy would speak when she was ready. For now, all he could do was offer his presence, silently reassuring her that, no matter what, he would support her.
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