His face held an unusual calmness, a sight rare enough for Camila to notice.

“Good news? I seldom see you grinning like this."

To which, Isaac playfully challenged, “Why don't you guess?"

Unable to hold her curiosity, Camila quickly shot back, "Any news about our baby?"

Her voice echoed a blend of hope and trepidation.

“Is our baby alright?"

With certainty, Isaac affirmed, “Our baby is alright."

He knew that if the baby was not, Jaylen wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

Moreover, the doctor hadn't mentioned any mishaps with the baby.

Elated, Camila exclaimed, “Really? Is that true?"

Eyes brimming with tears, her voice quivered as she continued, “Then, where's our baby? Where?"

Isaac pacified her, saying, "Given that we know he's alive and we know who has him, we'll locate him soon."

Camila sought more clarity.

"Who's got him?"

"Jaylen."

“Jaylen?" Confusion clouded Camila's features.

"But the child with him wasn't ours!"

“The child he was parading was indeed not ours. It's his own. He wanted to gauge our reaction. We established that the child was not ours. He must now feel safe, assuming we've stopped suspecting him."

Her gaze hardened from the tenderness that was there a moment ago.

"He's audacious!"