Isaac, however, paid him no attention.

His focus lay on the work card pinned to Harland's chest, a grim look crossing his face as he read the name.

Camila perked up, questioning, "Isaac?"

“Are you acquainted?" Harland asked.

Isaac moved towards her, coming to a stop beside her bed, a gaze full of concern though his words were sarcastic.

“Are you happy?"

Camila overlooked his sarcasm, thinking he was out of his mind, definitely!

She introduced him to Harland with a smile.

"Let me introduce him to you. This is my husband."

Harland replied amiably, “So, you're the man she's marrying. Pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand towards Isaac.

Isaac, however, flatly disregarded the gesture, acting as though he hadn't seen it.

Harland withdrew his hand, stating, "I have duties to attend. I won't intrude further."

He exited the room, walking away.

Camila frowned at Isaac, demanding, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Isaac scoffed, clearly upset.

"You refused to acknowledge his handshake. He's my surgeon. Shouldn't you at least be courteous?"

"Be courteous towards him? Had I known he was your surgeon, I wouldn't have let you come," Isaac retorted.

Camila was taken aback by his response.

“Do you know Harland, Isaac?"

“No!" Came Isaac's curt reply.