"Let's assess your condition." She moved to examine him.

Stevie looked at her and said, “If you agree, perhaps his health would improve."

Ignoring his words, Camila carried on with her examination of Robin.

The tumor in his brain was pressuring his cranial nerves, resulting in the headache.

It was evident that Robin hadn't fabricated his illness.

Suddenly, he suffered a seizure.

In a panic, Stevie called for medical assistance.

After a while, Camila discreetly exited the room.

"We should leave," Isaac suggested as he saw her emerge.

He didn't inquire about Robin's condition.

Without a word, Camila followed him.

In the car, after a prolonged silence, she finally voiced, “Your grandfather is genuinely gravely ill."

Isaac leaned back, absentmindedly playing with her hair, seemingly oblivious to her words.

Knowing he must have heard, she added, "He's battling brain cancer."

Isaac remained composed, as tranquil as a still pool of water.

With a gentle lift, he twirled Camila's hair around his slim fingers.

"What do you think we should name our little son?"

Camila turned to face him, her eyes reflecting puzzlement.

She was at a loss, unsure of his thoughts and intentions.

Grinning, he teased, "What's with the stare? Is it because I'm good-looking?"