At the moment, the expression on Isaac's face was ghastly.

Out of fear, Forrest held himself back from commenting further.

He was sure now that Isaac had discovered Camila’s pregnancy.

Forrest sighed.

Soon, Glenda returned.

“Mr. Johnston, here's the key."

She handed it to Isaac's awaiting hand.

With the key in his hand, Isaac walked to the door and inserted it in the keyhole.

He then turned the knob and opened the door.

The first thing that greeted him was the sight of Camila lying on the floor.

Her hair was a tangled mess.

Her lips were dry and cracked, and her face was deathly pale.

Camila sat up slowly and then scowled at Isaac through her tangled hair.

Without a doubt, this man was evil to the core.

Those small acts of kindness from him must be something she made up. Everything about him was vicious.

Isaac looked at her with chilly eyes.

“I see you still have enough strength to glare at me. You're not dying at all, are you?"

Both Forrest and Glenda exchanged a glance.

Silence ensued next, as no one dared to speak.

With her eyes glaring at him, Camila spat through gritted teeth, "You bastard... You should've just killed me earlier."

“I can do that now if you want," Isaac retorted flatly.

“Do it, and when I die, I'll drag you to hell with me!"

A sudden rush of strength washed over Camila. She had no idea where it came from. All she knew was that she was desperate to get out of her current predicament.

She sprinted over to Isaac and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

Isaac did not panic at all. Instead, he gazed at her in a nonchalant manner.