Eventually, she retreated to her younger son's room.

She didn't come out but chose to sleep inside.

Isaac waited for her for a long time.

His thoughts consumed him.

Camila was the person who would accompany him for a lifetime, so he should be honest with her.

He shouldn't have hidden anything.

He had no right to sow seeds of doubt and discomfort in her.

He descended the stairs and pushed open the door. The room was illuminated by a soft orange night light, providing a gentle glow that allowed things to be seen clearly.

He entered the room silently and leaned over to see Camila.

Her eyes were shut.

She wasn't asleep. Upon hearing Isaac open the door, she'd instinctively closed her eyes.

Perhaps she wished to avoid him.

Isaac lifted the blanket, slipped an arm around her waist and softly drew her towards him.

Camila pretended to be awakened.

"HMM... Why... Why are you here?"

Isaac murmured, “Let's head upstairs."

"I want to stay with our son..."

Isaac directly confronted her, "You're upset with me. We're soon to be married. Why are you acting this way?"

Camila felt he was being unfair!

It was him who refused to tell her the truth.