As they stood at the door to their home, Camila experienced a mix of emotions.

Isaac offered, "I'll accompany you."

Camila nodded, her voice hoarse.

“Sure.”

She felt ashamed to face her mother and child.

The door swung open.

Inside the living room, Rowena was about to feed Joe, but the child insisted on wielding the spoon himself.

Rowena coaxed, "Joe, let me feed you..."

"Dad!" Joe's eyes fell on the door first, prompting him to dash over. His clear voice distinctly called Isaac dad.

With a bowl in hand, Rowena's gaze shifted toward the door.

When she caught sight of Isaac and the person beside him, her astonishment knew no bounds. The bowl slipped from her grasp!

With a loud bang, it fell to the floor.

It shattered upon impact, jolting her back to the moment.

“Mila? Is it really you?"

Her voice quivered, her disbelief evident. Rowena desperately hoped that Camila's reappearance wasn't a cruel illusion.

"Mom!" Camila said, enveloping her in an embrace.

Rowena's eyes welled up with tears, and she struck Camila's back.

“Weren't you..."

*m sorry."

“How could you be so headstrong? You didn't want your mother or your child! You're pregnant, causing Isaac and me immense distress. You acted recklessly!"

Rowena's anger erupted as she castigated her daughter for feigning her own death.

Camila dared not retort.

Isaac, holding his son in his arms, absorbed the exchange without speaking.

However, his silence wasn't supposed to be mistaken for disagreement. Rowena's words carried weight, and Camila needed to learn from this ordeal.

She could not continue to be so stubborn.