"By the way, the last time I saw you, you were pregnant.

Have you given birth? Did you give birth to Joe's younger brother or sister? Why haven't I seen the baby?"

As the topic of the child was brought up, Camila felt an overwhelming feeling of suffocation. Her heart constricted painfully as if it was being squeezed, and the pain left her breathless.

Moreover, her face turned noticeably pale.

"Are you sick? What's wrong?" Aldrin asked with concern.

Camila raised her hand, signaling for him to stop talking. She needed a moment to compose herself.

Aldrin rushed to her side and assisted her as she sat down on a nearby chair.

"Has something happened to the child?"

Camila lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Please, don't mention it to my mother," she uttered in a hoarse voice.

Aldrin nodded solemnly, respecting her request.

"I understand. Can you tell me what happened?"

"It appears that the child was taken away by someone.”

Camila could only hold onto this glimmer of hope.

If the child was taken away, it meant that he was still alive.

As long as she lived, she would be reunited with her child sooner or later.

She clung to the belief that they would have a chance to meet again.

Aldrin was silent for a long time.

At the same time, Camila was trying her best to stop herself from breaking down.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Aldrin asked, his voice filled with concern.