In a hushed tone, Camila said firmly, "Since Wynter has harmed Joe, finding a solution to save him is impossible. You must have said that to protect our son. I know what I must do.”

She then affirmed, "I believe in you."

Isaac didn't feel relieved after hearing Camila's words. She didn't misunderstand Isaac; she trusted him. Her words intensified his determination to deal with Wynter.

He had never felt such an intense desire to end someone's Life.

Nothing would deter him.

“I'll do everything in my power to find a cure," Camila said in a hushed tone.

Isaac replied with a simple, "Hmm."

Though their words were few, they understood each other's thoughts.

Camila glanced out the window, her arm slowly descending weakly onto her lap.

The outside scenery whizzed by as the car maintained a steady pace.

But Camila found herself unable to calm down.

This situation was like a turbulent wave constantly crashing against her heart.

The car came to a stop.

Camila mustered her strength to appear composed and deal with the impending challenges.

Isaac would handle Wynter, and her task was to identify the virus within the dog's body.

The Hammaslahti Research Center was likely the best place to find answers.

It was the country's top research institute.

Uncertain about the virus's contagious nature, Camila asked the driver to wait and ventured inside to negotiate.

"I'd like to meet the director of your research institute. Please provide me with his contact information or arrange a meeting," Camila requested, her face tightly wrapped to hide her scars. She looked somewhat unusual due to her recent childbirth confinement.

The receptionist scrutinized her from head to toe and replied politely, “I'm sorry, but not just anyone can see our director."