Isaac stood still, concern in his voice. “Are you sure you've got this?"

"I have to manage on my own. If I can't, why am I even here? Let's go," she urged, tugging at Isaac's arm.

Isaac pondered silently. If Camila struggled with handling things, it might spell trouble for her work later on.

Once again, he wished she didn't have to work at all.

Wouldn't it be better if she stayed home instead of enduring hardships outside?