"Unattended rumors are like weeds. They spread uncontrollably. You may be innocent, but rumors can be terrifying."

His heart momentarily fluttered at her words before he let out a soft laugh. He found her concern endearing.

"I'll have someone take care of it."

"People who are successful pay close attention to their reputation.

They even resort to philanthropy to protect it. But you, you let people spread lies."

He drew her close, murmuring, "I understand."

He detested hypocrisy.

She was right, many were charitable, enjoying a good standing in society, yet their employees languished on meager wages, seemingly sacrificing for their bosses’ benefit.

Charity wasn't as straightforward either. Some donations can be used to cut taxes.

To him, running a successful company meant not just generating profits but also ensuring the well-being of those who contributed to its success.

"How does a doctor know all this?"

"Because I care about you."

With a profound look in his eyes, Isaac responded in a husky tone, "IT know."

The knowledge of her love for him filled him with joy.

Her phone, tucked away in her pocket, started vibrating.

Retrieving her phone, Camila answered the call.

It was Aldrin.

"Camila, I've been discharged."

"Do you have somewhere to go? Do you need me to make arrangements for you?"

"No, I've got a place. I saved some of your things when I sold our house. Do you still want them? If not, I plan on getting rid of them."