Isaac was always in control, but now, being forced to marry Wynter, something was definitely amiss.

"I've been swamped with work, but I'm almost done. Need my assistance with anything?" Forrest offered.

There wasn't much they could do at this point.

Joe's condition was beyond their control, and they couldn't kill Wynter for now.

Their only hope lay with Camila.

Camila had already given Joe his medication.

Although the medicine had proven safe for Josiah without causing discomfort and the data was positive, the effects could be different on a child like Joe, whose constitution was weaker.

She needed to monitor him closely after administering the medicine.

Rowena and Glenda, however, had little understanding of medical science.

Camila had to take care of it herself and never slack off.

She didn't dare to sleep at all.

Onlookers admired her diligence, but were helpless to assist.

Their only contribution was to do their utmost in looking after Joe, in an effort to lighten her load.

Late at night, Camila perched on the bed's edge, exhaustion creeping in. She stifled a yawn and murmured, “Mom, I could use a coffee."

She needed a wake-up call.

Upon observing this, Rowena's heart ached.

Her help, though, was confined.

A deep sigh escaped her as she set off to brew the coffee.

Feeling invigorated after her caffeine fix, Camila turned to Rowena.

“Mom, it's the middle of the night. You should get some sleep.”