Isaac perched himself on the edge of the bed, pulling away the quilt.

"What seems to be the issue?"

Camila stared at him.

“Better if I ask you that. What's gotten into you? If I've done something wrong, why not just tell me straight up?"

Isaac fixed his gaze on her for a moment before questioning, “How many men have you fancied before?"

After a moment's contemplation, she replied, “I never really had the time for such things while growing up. As I've already told you, my dad kept me busy learning various skills since childhood. Moreover, being a doctor isn't a cakewalk, you know?"

Standing up, Isaac simply commanded, “Get up.”

Then he exited the room.

Camila was left baffled and speechless.

Isaac's behavior was mystifying to her.

She hadn't interacted with anyone recently that could provoke such anger in him.

She got up in exhaustion. It wasn't until she freshened up that she noticed the marks on her neck.

She was livid!

She was scheduled for a surgical procedure that day.

How was she expected to present herself with these visible neck marks?

How?

Wearing her pajamas, she descended the staircase to find Isaac holding their son, Joe. She stormed over, took Joe from him, grabbed his tie, and led him upstairs.

Isaac found himself being hauled back to their bedroom.

Once inside, Camila released her grip and accused him, "Did you do this intentionally?"

Loosening his collar, Isaac questioned back, "What exactly?"