At that moment, Isaac grasped her hand, his grip firm as he said, "I apologize."

A tempest of anger had engulfed him when he heard Josiah's words

That was why he insulted her.

It was Josiah's deliberate provocation that had stirred such fury within him.

Seeing Camila pregnant only fueled his anger

“Mila, even if a woman were to bear ten children for me, I would not align my heart with hers unless love blooms. When I claimed I married you solely for Joe's sake, it was a fabrication. My intentions were to safeguard you from Travis's malice. The more I cared for you, the greater the risk of him causing you harm..."

Camila lifted her head, momentarily forgetting the scars on her face her heart both moved and astounded.

Was this real?

Isaac's words had stemmed from his desire to shield her from Travis's cruelty. Had she misunderstood him?

When he noticed her scars, his expression soured.

A lump formed in his throat, constricting it.

Only when Camila noticed his gaze on her did she regain her composure.

She scrambled to hide her scars, but her panic rendered her at a loss.

Naturally, she abhorred the imagination of the man she Liked seeing her in such a repugnant state.

She cast her eyes downward and pleaded, "You can't see me Like this..." Isaac cupped her face gently, compelling her to meet his eyes.

Their eyes locked, her inclination to turn away battling against his affectionate stare.

He looked at the scars that marred her face and trailed down her neck. The burn marks were uneven, wrinkled, and still reddened.

She was undeniably unattractive.

Yet, all he felt was a blend of shock and anguish.

Tears welled in her eyes.

“Stop Looking at me. I am hideous!"

She despised being scrutinized in such a manner.

She dreaded exposing her ugliest side to him.

Isaac enfolded her in his arms and whispered tenderly into her ear, pressing his cheek against her scars. "You are not repulsive."

"I know you say that to console me." Camila doubted his sincerity.