Travis's eyes flared with rage.

"I'll kill you."

Then, he lunged towards Isaac, intending to meet their end together.

Isaac was aware that Travis wasn't insane. He persistently provoked Travis, hoping for him to drop his act. As such, he was ever vigilant. The instant Travis launched himself, Isaac counterattacked with a kick. Travis's descent drew a flawless arc in the thick air, his body landing heavily against the table legs. The intense vibrational force knocked the chair stacked on the table, which landed directly on him.

For a moment, he couldn't get up.

He writhed in agony on the floor.

"Who says he's gone mad?" Isaac scoffed.

“He's finally revealed his true colors.”

Travis's eyes blazed with loathing, “Isaac!”

Isaac gazed down at him with contempt.

Alick exhaled in relief, murmuring, "I almost fell for his act. He's really a master of deceit. If I was duped into releasing him, heaven only knows what wicked deeds he'd carry out against us.”

Meanwhile, Camila entered the hospital.

The doctor was recommended by her coworker Jeff.

The doctor was reputed to be a renowned plastic surgeon with exceptional skill.

They had arranged for a consultation.

Upon reaching the outpatient department, she knocked on the door.

A deep voice responded from within.

Camila then gently pushed the door open and stepped in.

Before Camila had a chance to reply, the doctor continued, “If I remember correctly your name is Mila, isn't it?"

She scrutinized him for a few moments, but couldn't recall where they had previously met.