Meanwhile, today Camila received a call from the director of the Hammaslahti Research Center, inquiring about her decision.

The director was due to retire in a month or two.

Camila told him she would give him a reply later.

Hanging up the call, she ambled to the bathroom door and observed Isaac, who was washing his face. “Isaac, let's postpone our wedding for now."

Isaac glanced up at her, wet strands of hair framing his eyebrows.

"I want to pursue my career."

Camila voiced her thoughts.

She wanted to take over as the director.

Her main rationale was her belief in her capability and the opportunity to contribute to the national medical field.

Isaac was reluctant to let her go.

Their two kids were still very young.

Being a doctor, she would be heavily occupied.

He too had a load of work to handle.

If both were swamped with work, who would look after the kids?

Their family needed one of them to stay at home.

“Are you asking for my opinion or have you already made up your mind?"

Camila voiced her thoughts, "I can't just abandon everything I've learned."

She cherished her profession.

She believed that regardless of who her husband was, she should never lose her identity.

She couldn't forsake her career.