Camila immediately put on a fake smile. "I don't understand why everyone got so worked up. I just went out for a walk."

“For a walk? You didn't have to bring all your stuff with you if you were just going for a walk. Or do you still wet your pants and need to change your clothes from time to time?" Isaac asked sarcastically. Camila stared at him in shock. Isaac did not mince his words at all. Did he really think she would not punch him for insulting her?

Not that she would do that, of course. In the end, Camila had no choice but to let the insult slide.

"You're hilarious. I don't wet my pants anymore. I'm a grown-up adult, you know?" she replied through clenched teeth.

It took her all to suppress her rage.

“Can I get out of here now?" she asked, still feigning a smile.

Isaac placed his hands behind his back and snarled, “No. Don't you want to run away? Then stay there.”

Camila gawked at him.

Was he really planning to lock her in the car forever?

With a tense jaw, she gripped the steering wheel tightly.

She was fuming mad to the point that she wished for Isaac to be erased from existence.

This guy was very cold and heartless.

He was completely unmerciful.

However, she knew she had to ask for his forgiveness for the sake of her child.

Additionally, she was starting to feel sick.

“Look, I'm sorry," Camila said apologetically.

“Why? What did you do wrong?"

Upon noticing that she did not seem to feel well, Isaac had a sudden urge to check up on her.

He quickly tamed it, though.

He made sure his demeanour resembled that of a lifeless machine.

"I shouldn't have tried to run away. I'm sorry now. Let me get out, okay?" Camila asked pleadingly.

Eventually, Isaac nodded after sensing the sincerity in her apology.

“Come with me. Wynter, take care of this." With that, Isaac turned around.

Wynter glanced at Camila and then at the guards.

“You may leave now.” Exhausted, Camila followed Isaac inside the house.