Simon turned to Sophia and her son and declared, “Stay here. Let’s see who dares to drive you away!”

Then, he turned to me, his face cold with irritation. “Camila, stop making a scene.”

“Cecilia is gone. She’s never coming back. What’s the point of holding on to this island? Can’t you wake up and face reality?”

“Rather than leaving this place abandoned, wouldn’t it be better to let Sophia and her son use it? It’s not like we live here. If you want to visit in the future, can’t I just come with you?”

“And what you just said was way out of line. Sophia and I are innocent. We’re not as filthy as you’re making it sound. Your words were hurtful. Apologize to her now.”

I was stunned by Simon's words.

Sophia looked at me with a triumphant, mocking smile as if I were nothing more than a joke.

The fury inside me burned to its peak.

But more than anything, I felt crushing disappointment with Simon Garland.

He actually asked me to apologize to someone like Sophia Keaton?

He always claimed to love me and our daughter, but now I see it clearly. No matter how much he said otherwise, in his heart, my daughter and I would never compare to Sophia and her son.

Thinking back on everything, I realized that my years of devotion felt like nothing more than a pathetic joke.

I felt worthless. I felt even more heartbroken for my daughter, who was no longer here.

Years ago, Sophia had chosen to go abroad, chase bigger dreams, and marry a wealthy foreign businessman.

Simon had been crushed. I was the one who stood by him, helped him regain his footing, and watched as he rose in his career. And in the end, I was the one he married.

Back then, we were deeply in love.

But after two years of marriage, I still had not gotten pregnant.

A hospital check-up confirmed my worst fear as we found it was my condition. I was infertile and would never be able to have children.

The news devastated me, but Simon held me close and reassured me.

“It’s all right, my love.”

“Not having children won’t change anything between us. These days, plenty of couples choose to be child-free. Just the two of us growing old together, that’s more than enough.”

Though Simon said he did not mind at all, I still could not shake the longing for a child. A home without children always felt incomplete to me.

At my insistence, we eventually went to an orphanage and adopted a baby girl who had been abandoned at birth.

We named her Cecilia Garland.

In the early years, Simon was a doting father and deeply involved in Cecilia’s life.

However, when Cecilia turned six, Simon’s affection for her noticeably faded. His once warm and attentive care became distant, his patience with her growing thin.

For this reason, Cecilia often came to me, her voice timid and filled with grievance. "Mom, did I do something wrong? Is Dad mad at me? Can you tell him I'll be good, okay?"

I pulled her into my arms, gently stroking her hair, forcing a smile to reassure her. "No, sweetheart. Dad isn’t angry. He’s just been busy with work lately."

Later, I noticed that Simon had started paying attention to high-end maternal and child products.

It was then that I learned Sophia had returned to this country with her newborn son and sought Simon’s help.

That night, I confronted him, and we had a terrible fight.

In the end, Simon lost his temper and said, "Sophia’s husband went bankrupt and abandoned them and their son."

"She has no one else to rely on after coming back to this country. I was just helping her a little. Why are you being so petty?"

In the years that followed, we often quarreled about Sophia and her son.

No matter how late it was, if Sophia called, Simon would drive to her immediately.

I had thought about divorce countless times. If not for Cecilia, I would not have endured this for so long.

And now, only three months after our daughter's passing, Simon was ready to hand this island over to Sophia and her son.

I was utterly disappointed in him.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Simon and said coldly, "I will never apologize to this woman."

"Simon, since you cherish her and her son so much, you can spend the rest of your life with them!"

Without sparing him another glance, I turned and walked straight toward the beach villa, ignoring the unpleasant expression on his face.

This place held all the things I had carefully arranged for my daughter. I had to take them away before Sophia and her son tainted them.

However, the moment I stepped into the seaside villa and saw the state of the pink room I had decorated for my daughter, I froze.

The walls were covered in random, chaotic graffiti, ruining the intricate designs I had painstakingly created.

The Capybara-themed pajamas and bedsheets I had prepared for my daughter were slashed to shreds.

But the most heartbreaking sight of all was her childhood photos, the ones capturing her life from birth to her final days, which were smeared, defaced, and torn apart, leaving nothing but scattered remnants in the mess.

At this moment, I was shaking with anger.

Sophia put on a look of false remorse and said, "Camila, I'm sorry. Harvey is just a little mischievous. He got too excited after coming here and ended up making a mess."

"But these things are useless now, aren't they? It doesn’t matter if they get thrown away. Don’t take a child’s actions so seriously."

She saw the anger in my eyes and deliberately fanned the flames, provoking me.

I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She wanted me to lose my composure in front of Simon so she could drive a deeper wedge between us.

Well, I would gladly grant her wish.

I slapped her hard.

Sophia stumbled backward, clutching her face in shock. She looked at me in disbelief, as if she never expected that I would actually dare to strike her so fiercely in front of Simon.

Her son, Harvey, erupted in fury. "You bitch! How dare you hit my mother! You’ll die a miserable…"

Before he could finish, my patience snapped. I kicked him away with full force, sending him flying several meters.

Before I could land another blow, Simon rushed over in a rage and struck me across the face.

The slap left me stunned.

In all our years of marriage, this was the first time Simon had ever hit me.

Even he seemed momentarily shocked by what he had done. Still, instead of apologizing, he forced himself to remain firm and scolded me sharply.

"Camila Saunders, are you out of your mind?"

"Sophia already suffers from depression, and you treat her so harshly. What if something happens to her?"

"And Harvey just had a heart, liver, and kidney transplant three months ago! He’s only recently recovered, and you kicked him with full force. What if something happens to him?"

"Apologize to them. Now!"

He wanted me to apologize? To them? Heh, over my dead body!

I could see clearly that Simon was determined to stand by Sophia and her son.

Since that was the case, there was nothing more to say.

With tears streaming down my face, I turned and ran out of Aurora Haven Villa, and my vision blurred with emotion. Behind me, Simon called my name, his voice laced with hesitation as if he wanted to come after me.

However, Sophia clung to Harvey, sobbing pitifully, as if she had suffered the greatest injustice. In the end, Simon stayed behind to comfort the mother and son.

Just as I was crying and about to run to the pier, I suddenly remembered that I had left something behind at the seaside villa.

When I first arrived on the island, I had carefully gathered my daughter's belongings, intending to build a resting place for her here.

The small suitcase holding her treasured belongings had been left behind in Aurora Haven Villa.

I could not care less about anything else, only that small suitcase. I had to take it with me.

Tears streaming down my face, I turned back to Aurora Haven Villa. Just as I was about to push open the door, I overheard the conversation between Simon and Sophia.

Simon’s voice was filled with anxiety. “Is Harvey okay? His surgery was recent, and Camila kicked him so hard just now. Should we take him to the hospital for a check-up?”

Sophia immediately feigned concern and replied in a pitiful tone, “It’s fine. Harvey is still young. He will heal quickly.”

“Simon, you should go after Camila instead! It’s all our fault. Harvey is just a child, so he didn’t know better and messed up the room. Camila must hate us now.”

“But… if she ever finds out that Cecilia’s heart, liver, and kidneys were all transplanted into Harvey, she might even want to kill us.”

“Simon, I’m so scared. We should just leave this place. If Camila ever knows the truth, she will definitely lose her mind.”

To my surprise, Simon responded without hesitation, “That adopted daughter of mine? How could she ever compare to your son? The fact that her heart, liver, and kidneys were a match for Harvey and saved his life is her blessing.”

“So what if she didn’t die when she fell into the sea? It was fate that her organs matched your son’s!”

“I raised her for so many years. She owed me this much. And she still had the audacity to think she deserved that island as a birthday gift? Ridiculous. That island was meant for your son from the start. How could I possibly give it to that adopted girl?”

“Don’t worry. Camila will never find out the truth. She’ll always believe that Cecilia Garland drowned in the sea, and she’ll never suspect…”

Before he could finish his sentence, I slammed the villa door open with a powerful kick.

Simon’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning deathly pale. He stammered, his voice trembling, “Dear, you… you haven’t left?”