“Isaac, you should feel guilty."

When Isaac had questioned her about the father of the child, it had wounded her deeply.

"I coincidentally have a matter to discuss with Josiah. I wish to inquire why he said those words to you. Would you care to accompany me?" Camila proposed.

In truth, she sought to ascertain.

Whether Josiah had truly lied to him.

After all, she had vanished for months. It was reasonable for Isaac to doubt whether he was the father of the child.

It only indicated they weren't very well acquainted with one another and trusted one other's word. Isaac would never say no to her.

However, he preferred not to meet with Josiah today.

“Maybe tomorrow..."

“It's critical. Unfortunately, I don't think tomorrow will work," said Camila.

Isaac had no choice but to accompany her to Josiah's abode.

Soon, they arrived.

Then she rang the doorbell.

Shortly after, the door swung open.

Amara Ramos, Josiah's wife opened the door. Isaac did not inflict any harm on Josiah, but the questioning made the latter sick.

A chill swept over Amara's countenance upon seeing Isaac, her voice dripping with impatience as she demanded, "What brings you here?"

She interrogated, “Do you believe you haven't wrought enough havoc on Josiah?"

Camila glanced at Isaac.

What on earth did he do to Josiah?

Why did they harbor such deep-rooted hatred for him?

Yet, dwelling on these mysteries seemed unimportant then, for there were more pressing matters at hand. Camila positioned herself before Isaac, her lips curved in a polite smile as she addressed Amara. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with him. If he knows it's me, he will undoubtedly see me."

“Are you one of Josiah's disciples?" Amara asked.

“Yes, I have been following him for quite some time now," Camila replied.

“Then you may enter, but he shall remain outside," declared Amara without a trace of hesitation.

A coldness overcame Isaac's visage. He hadn't confronted Josiah over the deception.