Camila was rendered speechless.

She bit her lower lip and hid her face in Isaac's embrace, a blush creeping on her face.

Isaac was smitten by her shy, naive demeanor.

He held her even closer.

They held each other and drifted into sleep.

The next morning, Rowena arrived to rouse Camila.

The door swung open.

She was greeted by the sight of two figures lying on the bed.

Their intimate embrace was undeniable.

Had Camila been lenient with Isaac?

Did she no longer recall her past heartache?

Had the sting of that pain left her memory?

"Camila!"

The shout stirred the pair from their deep slumber.

Camila shook her head in bewilderment.

"Mom..." she murmured, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Promise me you'll do better, my child. He's discarded you like an old toy. Why do you keep opening the door for him? I just..."

Rowena was at a loss for words.

Camila then turned to look at Isaac.

Isaac remained mute, opting to hide under the comforter, leaving Camila to clean up the mess.