“Let him go," Isaac said. Had it been not for Camila, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this matter at all.

“But he's nothing thinking straight right now," Alick said worriedly.

“If he does something rash, he might alert the enemy."

"Or he might lure them out. It's not necessarily a bad thing. Next time, don't contact me for such trivial affairs."

With that, Isaac grabbed his coat and left.

He had wanted to leave the room for a long time.

But he needed to get a good grasp of the situation so that he could explain it later to Camila.

In any case, he was finally free to go home to her.

He didn't have another minute to waste.

Isaac entered the hotel and made a beeline for Camila's room. He stopped outside her door and knocked.

No response.

He knocked a couple more times, but all he got was silence.

He went down to the front desk to speak with the receptionist. "Is the guest staying in Room 508 inside their room?"

“No, Sir."

Isaac frowned. Where could she have gone at such a late hour?

“What about the guest staying in Rooms 506 and 507?"

The receptionist checked the records. "They are out as well, Sir."

Just then, the waitress who had witnessed Camila faint happened to pass by and overhear their conversation.

“Excuse me," she interjected.

“Are you looking for the pregnant woman staying in Room 5087"

Isaac whirled around. "Yes!"

“She fainted earlier. The two foreigners who checked in with her took her to the hospital."

Fainted?

Isaac's heart hammered inside his chest.

“Which hospital did they take her to?"