With a grave expression, he said, “I did nothing wrong.”

He saw no wrongdoing on his part.

Josiah had thrown Camila under the bus regarding the Cathy matter, and he had even aided Camila in getting away with Isaac.

Wasn't Isaac too supposed to take some action to defend himself?

In the room.

Amara muttered to herself as she entered the bedroom. She stole a glance at her husband, who leaned against the headboard, and mused, "I cannot tell if Camila is in danger."

Josiah inquired, "Why would you say that? Camila is fine. What possible danger could she face?"

“Isaac is by the door," Amara said.

Josiah regarded his wife helplessly and reasoned, “Isaac is her husband. Regardless of his character, he wouldn't dare harm his pregnant wife, would he?"

Amara didn't know how to respond to that. She widened her eyes in shock.

“What? Are you saying that he is

Camila's husband? Isaac isn't married, is he? When did he get a wife?"

"I can't tell that," Josiah mused, recognizing that Isaac and Camila's marriage was somehow shrouded in secrecy. After all, Isaac hadn't made their union public or held a wedding ceremony.

Amara slapped her thigh in chagrin and exclaimed, “I should have realized it. They appeared together, and Isaac even waited for Camila at the door. It was evident that there was a connection between them. How foolish of me to warn Camila about Isaac being a malefactor!"

How mortifying!

She playfully smacked Josiah's thigh.

“Why didn't you tell me?"

“But Camila was present just now. How could I tell you in her presence?" Josiah retorted.

After a moment's contemplation, Amara concurred, “Camila is a kind-hearted soul. Why would she marry such a scoundrel? I wonder if she has endured domestic abuse."

Josiah responded helplessly, “Enough with prying! Instead, find me a clean suit. I have an errand to run."

"You are still unwell. Where do you intend to go?" Amara protested, admonishing, “You need to rest properly. Are you oblivious to your own condition?"

“Despite my condition, I must venture out," Josiah declared seriously.

“You must heed my wishes!"

His resolute tone left no room for debate.

Reluctantly, Amara rose to fetch his clothes.