Camila remained silent. It was evident that Isaac did not wish to pursue the conversation further, as he refrained from saying anything.

“Not good-looking at all. Ugly," she said in a serious tone.

In a swift move, Isaac gathered her in his embrace, caught her chin, and compelled her to meet his gaze.

“Say it honestly."

Camila responded playfully, "I spoke from the depths of my conscience, you know."

Leaning closer, Isaac probed, "Tell me, where exactly do I fall short in terms of looks?"

She scrutinized Isaac's face, her gaze sweeping over his sharp features, deep-set eyes, prominent nose, and other alluring attributes.

Fighting a smile, she began her mockery.

"Your face, your eyes, and."

She trailed off, her own words causing her cheeks to heat and a smile to play at her Lips.

Wrapping her tighter in his arms, Isaac reassured, “Don't fuss over this. Leave it to me."

"I worry for you. We're the ones wronged here. If it wasn't for Travis, we wouldn't be dealing with the mess. Can you ensure the news doesn't become public anymore?"

His stance on such matters remained unfazed.

“They can say whatever they want."

Camila rose, facing Isaac with a stern look.

"Why would you let yourself be wrongfully accused? It's not your fault.”

She was perturbed.

The idea of him becoming the object of unjust blame was intolerable to her.

Isaac responded with a light-hearted smile, "Why the sudden fervor?"

"I just feel sorry for you..." Her statement was so direct, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and she pursed her lips.