Now that she had two children to worry about, having a menace on the loose was like inviting trouble.

Her children couldn't suffer any further.

“What is it?" Isaac inquired.

Camila grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper from the car, writing down a medication's name.

"Can you find it?"

Isaac glanced at it, then asked, "What does this drug do?"

"It prevents him from committing any misdeeds," Camila explained.

A smile played on Isaac's lips. His girl was going to act again.

"I'll find it."

The car pulled up at the hospital's entrance. Camila stepped out, announcing, "I can go in alone."

With one hand on the steering wheel, Isaac watched her.

“Are you so afraid of me following you?"

Wearily, Camila retorted, “I just want you to address the Travis issue promptly. There's no need for overthinking. If you have nothing better to do, join me."

She then turned around.

“I'll join you later," Isaac responded.

Upon hearing this, Camila waved dismissively without turning back.

"Fine."

Even though the surgery wasn't a major one, she still had to undergo the necessary tests.

Harland had prioritized her operation.

The anesthesiologist administered her sedative. Standing by the surgical table, Harland grinned at her.