As a father, it was his duty to uncover the full truth.

Camila too deserved an answer.

“Alright, I'll deliver the findings as soon as possible."

Ramsey added, "I should be going."

Isaac nodded in response

He regained his composure and headed back to Camila's ward.

Camila's bleeding had ceased.

It was because she was too excited.

Additionally, she was dealing with postpartum fatigue.

As he pushed the door open, he found that Camila was awake.

He rushed to her side, leaned over, and tenderly asked, "When did you wake up?"

Camila didn't respond to his question.

“I overheard your conversation just outside the room." She spoke in a strained voice.

Her eyes were sunken, and her appearance was thin and haggard.

Isaac and Ramsey decided to have their conversation outside to ensure that they wouldn't disturb her rest and to keep their discussion private from her.

But he hadn't anticipated her waking up this soon.

And she had overheard his conversation with Ramsey.

Isaac cradled her in his embrace and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Darling, please don't think about it anymore, okay?"

“He grew inside me for eight months. How can I not dwell on it? Do you realize this is all your fault? If not for you, I wouldn't have had him without preparation. Now you say he’s gone. Tell me, how can I find peace?!"

“I'm sorry, so sorry..."

Isaac believed her words were justified.

All of it was because of him.

It was all his fault!

What transpired then and what happened afterward had surpassed his expectations.