She hid her sadness behind a brave face.

But when she turned away, sorrow consumed her.

She didn't allow herself time to recover, heading back into the bedroom.

Isaac was sitting on the bed, buttoning his shirt when Camila entered and stood before him.

He looked up, noticing Camila's pale face.

His heart clenched.

"What's troubling you?"

Tears had rimmed Camila's eyes. She averted her glance from Isaac and murmured, “It's no big deal."

Wiping her tears, she assured, “I've talked to my mom. She won't give you a hard time anymore. Let's head out for breakfast!"

If there was a development, Isaac was bound to inform her.

Isaac, however, remained silent.

He must not have stumbled upon the truth yet.

Isaac was well aware of her thoughts.

As the father of the child, he bore the same heartache as Camila.

Until a clue was found, discussing this matter only intensified their sorrow.

Camila diverted the conversation, remarking, “Alick is conscious now.

Let's drop by his place after breakfast."

Camila agreed with a nod, "Sounds good."

Isaac rose, silently consoling her by drawing her into a warm embrace.

Camila mustered a grin and proposed, "I'm famished. Let's grab something to eat."