Camila stopped banging on the door and went to sit down on the bed instead.

She forced herself to calm down.

Isaac did tell her that she would pay for what she had done. It seemed this was how he wanted her to pay.

He was a man of his word, all right, but not in a good way.

In any case, Camila had to find a way out.

She could not starve to death there.

Taking a deep breath, she reached down to rub her stomach.

“Don't worry, baby. I won't let you starve."

If she did not eat, her baby would not get any nourishment.

For this reason, she could not just sit there and wait for her death.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to her.

Camila turned her head to the side.

When her eyes Landed on the window, they lit up.

The door was locked, but she could escape through the window.

At once, she sprang to her feet and headed towards the window.

Camila wanted to check how high it was and see if she could leave through it, but the window could not be opened in any way.

She turned the knob and gave it a hard shake

The window did not move, though.

She frowned.

From the outside of the door, Glenda asked, "Mrs. Johnston, did you make Mr. Johnston mad? He looked really angry earlier. Then, before he left, he asked us to lock the door to your room. He also told us not to let you out without his permission. If that's the case, then you should apologize to him and ask for his forgiveness.”

“With his temper, I don't think he'll forgive me even if I apologize." Camila doubted that Isaac would forgive her.

With rage consuming her, she slammed her hand against the glass window.

“Bastard!" Camile hissed.

“Well, you don't have any other choice," Glenda muttered.

While Camila was thinking of a way out, she Lay down on the bed to save her energy.