Isaac gradually withdrew his outstretched hand and let it fall.

He responded gently, “It's fine.”

He exited the vehicle first, moved to the passenger side, and unlatched the door for her. “Get off."

Camila cast him a look.

His eyes were downcast.

Their eyes met, and Camila couldn't keep up her facade.

She felt her heart shatter as she looked at Isaac.

She looked away.

Subsequently, she quickly stepped out of the car, dashed into the house, and locked herself in.

If Isaac responded with indifference or reproached her, she might have felt slightly better.

But he didn't.

Perhaps he harbored anger, but he contained it.

He treated her so gently.

He took great care not to upset her and refrained from raising his voice at her.

Her heart felt as though it was pierced by an unseen force.

She stationed herself on the balcony, attempting to regain composure.

However, the more she pondered, the more distressed she became. She struggled to draw breath. Gradually, she slumped down.

She couldn't hold back her sobs.

She clamped her hand over her mouth as she cried bitterly!

Isaac stood at the doorway, contemplating knocking, but refrained.