When she arrived, she was hemorrhaging. It was not just about her water breaking.

Isaac gazed at the bloodstains on Ramsey, his hands dropping to clench into fists. "Tell me what really happened

“Okay. Well, her situation might be dire," he admitted in a hushed tone.

Isaac's breathing quickened, anxiety coursing through him.

He was very worried about her.

He felt an urgent need to do something to alleviate the suffocating feeling.

"She will be fine." Ramsey attempted to console him.

Isaac gestured with his hand, signaling him to remain silent.

What he needed now was tranquility.

He had no desire to Listen to any hollow reassurances.

Nobody could truly comprehend another's pain.

He regarded Ramsey and said, “She is my wife.”

Ramsey pursed his lips and said, “I regret not having been able to rescue her sooner.

“Excuse me, who's related to the patient?" A nurse approached.

“I am." Isaac promptly moved forward a couple of steps, hesitating momentarily. He feared he might receive bad news.

"The patient's bleeding severely. She was brought in too late. We can only try to save either the baby or the mother.”

“Save her."

Isaac made his decision even before the nurse finished speaking.

When it came to choosing between them.

He would surely choose Camila.

“Then, please sign here."

The nurse offered him the surgical consent document.

Isaac picked up the pen and signed his signature, an act equivalent to him terminating the child's life.

What he was doing was not merely signing a document, but killing his own child.

But at this moment, there was no other choice.