“In the operating room, she clung to me and begged me to free her from your clutches."

Isaac's face darkened. Seeing the change in Isaac's expression, Josiah pressed on, “She confided in me about the pain she felt when she was with you."

Josiah was unsure what kind of trouble his words would bring to Camila. However, what mattered to him right now was to make Isaac feel despair.

He believed that if he did not deliver a blow, Isaac's arrogance would continue unchecked.

At that moment, a vengeful desire stirred within Josiah's heart.

He sought retribution against Isaac for the undue pressure he had exerted on the hospital director. Isaac's manipulative actions had led the director to label a patient's death, resulting from a severe injury that was beyond salvaging, as a surgical mistake on Josiah's part.

As a consequence, Josiah's career was prematurely cut short. He was forced to retire early and be punished. Moreover, his reputation was ruined overnight.

As Isaac destroyed his career, a deep-rooted hatred surged within Josiah.

He loathed Isaac to the core.

It would be a Lie if he said he did not hate Isaac.

He was never the one to forgive.

Josiah contemplated how he could inflict upon Isaac a pain that matched the anguish he had experienced.

“Not only does she no Longer love you, but she has also found love with someone else and even has a child with him."

Isaac's face turned grim. And yet, he was frighteningly calm, like a lion, poised to unleash his wrath at any given time.

“You're courting death!" he muttered under his breath.

Josiah had the upper hand, and he knew it. He smirked at Isaac.

“Don't get so worked up. You'll ruin your good looks with that foul temper of yours, and no woman would like you. You should really consider working on your personality."

Isaac abruptly shot to his feet.

Fury burned in his eyes, and he Looked like he would stomp Josiah to death in the next second.

Luckily, Alick was instantly there to stop him. "Calm down, Mr. Johnston. He is provoking you on purpose."

"Well, you'll know whether I'm telling the truth or not soon enough," Josiah goaded.

“Tell us the address right this instant!" Alick demanded. "Stop wasting our time with your talk of nonsense."

“She is traveling back here to attend a symposium," Josiah said casually.

That gave the two other men pause, and their thoughts began racing.

As far as they knew, the Madeline Research Center held annual symposiums. The venue had always been elsewhere, though.