Camila Davis had always been quick to pick up on things.
From the way Garrett Sanders spoke, she could tell he’d probably done his homework about her long before today. This offer to look after her wasn’t just a polite gesture—it was genuine.
She glanced instinctively at Hamlin Sanders and his wife. Dahlia Sutton and her husband were watching her with such warmth, it was as if they truly saw her as family, their own daughter. There was a gentle protectiveness in their eyes that made Camila feel unexpectedly comforted.
She didn’t want to brush off their kindness, so she nodded sweetly. “If you and Mrs. Sanders don’t mind, I’d be happy to have you as my godparents. That just means I get two more loving elders in my life. And honestly, when I was a kid, I always wished I could have a big brother to look out for me. I guess that wish has come true today.”
Hamlin and Dahlia beamed at her, delighted. “That’s wonderful, dear! We did spring this on you a bit suddenly, though—we didn’t even check with your mentor first. Let’s pick a good day soon and make it official with a little ceremony. But for now, let’s eat!”
“Of course,” Camila replied, letting them take the lead.
Jarvis Peters had watched the whole exchange without saying a word, but his eyes were practically sparkling—he’d clearly had some kind of brilliant idea.
After dinner, once he and Camila had left the Sanders’ home together, Jarvis finally found his chance. “So, do you take on students? I want to be your apprentice!”
The question came out of nowhere and nearly made Camila choke on her own spit. She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Are you serious?”
Be her apprentice? Hadn’t he been desperate to study under her mentor just a few days ago?
“I’m completely serious,” Jarvis said, brimming with enthusiasm. “I’ve thought it through for a long time. Your mentor won’t take on any more students, but you could!”
Camila nearly laughed out loud. “Only you could come up with something like this.”
All for the sake of getting access to the medical school’s archives—he really would go to any length.
Still, she shook her head. “I’m not planning on taking students, Jarvis. You should forget about it. And even if I did, I’d want to do it like my mentor—start with someone young, raise them up from scratch.”
She felt a headache coming on. “This is something I’ll need to think about carefully,” she said at last. “And even if I do decide to take a student, I’d have to discuss it with everyone at the medical school. It’s not just me—there are several elders, and passing on our traditions is a big deal. I’d need their approval first.”
Jarvis didn’t seem disappointed at all. On the contrary, he looked more hopeful than ever. At least she hadn’t said no outright. That meant there was a chance.
He grinned. “Whatever you say, boss—your wish is my command!”
Camila laughed. “Not yet, Jarvis.”
He waved her off. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve already decided!”
After leaving the Sanders’ house, Camila headed to NextGen Technologies to see Dennis Williams. Her parents were still in Cabinda, slowly adjusting to having a new son-in-law in the family.

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