In a flash, Isaac boarded the vehicle with Camila in his arms.

After everyone was buckled in, Forrest sped away.

He drove the vehicle in the direction of the hospital.

During the drive, the atmosphere in the car was gloomy and oppressive. It was Forrest who broke the silence.

“She must've passed out due to low blood sugar. She hadn't eaten in three days, after all. Don't worry, though. She'll be fine."

As he spoke, he glanced at Isaac through the rearview mirror.

The bite mark on Isaac's neck was so noticeable that it gave the impression that he and Camila had done “something" in the room together. Clearing his throat, Forrest averted his gaze.

Flustered due to the panic he was feeling, Isaac sternly urged, "Drive faster!"

Forrest stepped on the accelerator harder.

The speed of the car was increased to eighty kilometres per hour. After a while, they finally arrived at the hospital.

With Camila in his arms, Isaac hastily exited the vehicle. Forrest was the first one to enter the hospital. He quickly made arrangements for an examination to be performed on her.

Since he worked as a doctor in the hospital, it was much easier for him to make the necessary arrangements.

As evidenced by the results of the examination, Camila had indeed fainted due to hypoglycaemia.

Following the examination, the doctor prescribed glucose for her

On the bed, Camila was getting an intravenous drip.

She was still unconscious.

After a while, Forrest blurted out, "Do you know now?"

There was only one thing he could attribute Isaac's cruelty toward Camila to: His awareness of her pregnancy.

Isaac would not have been so ruthless otherwise.

Isaac Looked up at him slowly but steadily. "Do you also know that she plans to run away?"

Forrest's eyes widened.

Did Camila try to run away?

He did not know that.

She did not tell him anything about escaping

"You Locked her up because she tried to run away?" Forrest was frowning now.