She had been working in the lab to develop the medicine while simultaneously caring for Joe and closely monitoring his condition.

On top of that, she hadn't had adequate rest since giving birth.

Maintaining good health under such pressure was a challenge.

When Wynter saw Camila, she calmly set down her cup and sarcastically remarked, "I haven't seen you in just a few days, yet you look so worn out. Is it because you're devastated by the news of my marriage to Isaac?"

Aware of Wynter's current intentions, Camila decided to help her fulfill her desires.

“Are you delighted that you took everything that belongs to me?"

Wynter shook her head and responded, “These things aren't enough."

Camila's hands were clenched into fists under the table.

“What else do you want to do?"

“I can't tell you what I want to do. If I told you, it wouldn't be fun anymore," Wynter declared, brimming with confidence.

Camila narrowed her eyes. She suspected Wynter was up to no good.

She had to be cautious.

Wynter had been playing the innocent card for years. She wouldn't be that easy to deal with.

Fortunately, Camila had made progress with the medicine she developed, so she didn't have to rely solely on Wynter for her hopes.

Her priority was Joe's well-being.

No matter how grave the other matter seemed, it didn't compare to the importance of Joe's health.

“You brought me here today just to show off? I've heard about your upcoming marriage to Isaac. Can I leave now?"

Wynter responded indifferently, "You can do whatever you like. I called you here not only to witness your dejected face but also to ask you, how long has it been since you last saw your brother?"

Camila's eyes darkened.

Just as she suspected, Wynter had ulterior motives.