To receive such an unexpected message would ignite a fire of relentless pursuit for truth and justice within him.

The moment Camila hit the "send" button, an email materialized in her inbox, its subject line piercing the air with a straightforward question.

“Who are you?"

Camila's mind spun Like a whirlwind as she absorbed the rapid turn of events.

Alick's unexpected email had thrown her off balance.

His investigative prowess was well-known. He had surely noticed the inadequacy of her feeble attempt at deception.

She had to act swiftly, or her secret would be exposed. Alick's message echoed in her head, demanding answers Like a relentless interrogator.

“Who the hell are you? How do you know that I'm investigating the Joviek family?!" Alick inquired again.

His skepticism hung heavy in the air. He didn't believe the information she had sent at all. Camila's heart raced with desperation. In her frantic search for a solution, a flicker of hope Lit up in her mind. Summoning her courage, she concocted a daring response.

“I'm Jaylen Williams."

The words spilled from her trembling fingers, a calculated gamble to deflect suspicion and maintain her fragile facade.

Alick's surprise was evident, his thoughts racing as he connected the dots.

Aware that Jaylen had met with Isaac earlier, Camila seized the opportunity, quickly composing another email. "I met Isaac today to tell him about the Joviek clan and the Madeline Research Center," she fabricated, skillfully weaving a web of half-truths to support her cause.

Alick scrutinized the email, his doubts dissipating Like morning mist. The pieces fell into place for Alick, who now understood Isaac's sudden investigation into the Joviek family.

The doubts that had clouded his mind cleared, replaced by a newfound certainty.

“Since you have it, why don't you use it yourself?" Alick's inquiry revealed a glimmer of amusement, a shared understanding of Jaylen's limitations.

“I'm not capable enough," Camila admitted, her response laced with a mix of humility and caution.

It wasn't a lack of trust in Jaylen's abilities, but rather a pragmatic wait-and-see approach.

Alick's near-laughter reverberated through Camila's thoughts, a subtle affirmation that Jaylen possessed a modicum of self-awareness.

Nevertheless, Jaylen's assistance had proved valuable, prompting ALick to express his gratitude. "Thank you," he typed, acknowledging the unexpected aid.

As Camila exhaled a sigh of relief, she gently patted her chest, relieved to have weathered the storm for now.

The tiny life growing inside her seemed to sense her emotions. Its subtle movements transitioned from stillness to playful joy.

But the turmoil had taken its toll, rendering sleep elusive for Camila. Frustrated, she shifted onto her side, burying her scarred face in the pillow while the unmarred half exuded a delicate charm.

Her hand caressed her burgeoning belly, a tender smile gracing her lips.

“Who will you take after?" she whispered with a mixture of anticipation and exasperation. "Hmm? You're quite mischievous, aren't you? You're torturing me," she playfully scolded the unborn child, a testament to the unique bond they shared.