If he didn't stand up for her, how could he call himself her man?

Seeing Isaac so worked up, Camila said soothingly, “Let me handle this."

“Let you? How do you want to do?" Isaac pressed, more forcefully this time. "Do you even know who he is? Why he's after you? Someone like that is a menace in the research center. If you're going to work here, you need to confront him, and you can't go easy. You're too gentle for this kind of thing."

“I know who he is, and I know he's being manipulated. I'm figuring out how to handle it."

Now it was Isaac's turn to be taken aback. "Manipulated? By who?"

"The assistant director's wife," Camila said indifferently.

A hint of a sad smile touched her lips.

Camila, the victim, now found herself the target of revenge.

It was a stark reminder of the dark complexities of the human heart.

"Do you have any plans for handling this?" Isaac inquired, his expression dark with concern.

His troubled look spoke volumes about his discontent with the situation.

Camila had endured so much because of it.

And yet, those responsible sought revenge instead of remorse.

From this angle, it seemed clear. No mercy should be given to such malice.

When Camila didn't respond, Isaac offered, "Let me handle it for you."

She looked up at him, her dark curls framing her face, and after a pause, she said, "You take care of things outside the research center.

I'll handle what happens inside."

Isaac remained silent, clearly wishing to help with the center issues too, because Camila seemed hesitant, unsure about taking the necessary steps.

"Mila..."

"I don't meddle in your work. I'd appreciate the same from you," she interjected. It wasn't a lack of decisiveness, but rather, the director had mentioned that Hyman wasn't really a bad person. It was the deputy director's family stirring trouble this time.