Did she harbor hatred towards him now?

She couldn't even bear to sleep in the same bed as him?

Isaac bowed his head and kneaded his forehead hard!

For the first time, he felt powerless.

Young love was supposed to be unforgettable and beautiful, wasn't it?

He was consumed by jealousy and helplessness.

Why had he appeared so late?

The morning sunlight streamed in.

Isaac was dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of competence and aloofness.

At the dining table, he spoke.

"I might need to go on a business trip for about two weeks."

Camila was confused.

"What's the matter? Do you have to go there?"

"I have business matters to attend to at the Clouland head office,"

Isaac replied nonchalantly.

“I'll pack your things later," Camila offered, gazing at him.

“No, just ask Glenda to do it. After breakfast, I'll take you to the hospital." He set down his napkin. Then he stood up and left the dining room.

Camila sensed that something was wrong with him.

It must be about the diary.

Setting aside her food, she followed him outside, calling out, "Isaac..."