It wasn't that she couldn't get pregnant, but giving birth to one would be challenging for her even if she became pregnant.

The two babies had made her become weak.

She hadn't fully recovered yet.

Isaac fell silent for a beat. He placed the towel aside and leaned in, enclosing her in his arms, his hand caressing her face.

He was aware of it all.

He recognized the toll it had taken on her.

He was aware of the hardships she had endured.

He felt guilty for not taking better care of her.

So many things had happened.

"We won't have any more children. The two we have are plenty.”

"But don't you want a daughter? What if the second one turns out to be another boy?" Camila inquired.

"Then, we won't have any more." Isaac placed a tender kiss on her forehead, adding, "Two sons are just perfect.”

“No, you could find a healthy woman to bear you a daughter," Camila teased.

Isaac regarded her, questioning, "And if I were to find another woman, would you not be upset?"

"I wouldn't be." Camila shook her head, a smile playing on her Lips.

Isaac looked at her, a trace of irritation in his eyes.

Was she so generous?

“Really?” He was stunned.

“I wouldn't be upset," Camila reassured him.

On hearing this, Isaac bent his head and bit her lower Lip.