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.