The Light in the room was dim, so she had no trouble adjusting to it. Although she continued to feel weak, she appeared to be in much better shape thanks to the energy supplement.

She lifted the blanket covering her and got out of bed.

She then walked to the table, got herself a glass of water, and downed the entire thing in a single gulp.

After a while, she let out a burp.

Camila belatedly realized that she had drunk too much.

However, even though she felt full, she still wanted to drink, most likely because she was extremely dehydrated.

Camila grabbed the pitcher and refilled her glass.

This time, she barely managed to drink half a glass.

With a sigh, she turned around and made her way to the bed. Only then did she realize that someone was sitting on the sofa. She walked closer to see who it was.

It was Isaac. In an instant, the hatred in her eyes returned.

Camila clenched her hands into fists.

It took everything in her not to surge forward and wrap her hands around his neck.

“Are you angry?"

There was a pause as Isaac lifted his head.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the intensity of her anger.

Before Camila could answer, Isaac let out a chuckle. "You said you'd take me to hell with you. Does that mean you want us to die together? That's really romantic."

While he was talking, he moved his collar to the side and ran his fingers across the scar her bite left on his neck. Camila grimaced. She replied sarcastically, “Thank God I'm still alive."

There was nothing but hatred in her heart for him now.

Luckily, her baby was fine.

If not, Camila would certainly make him pay.

Suddenly, Isaac's face became very gloomy.

He looked like he wanted to eat her alive.

After a moment, he got to his feet.

When his shadow fell over her, he felt like being engulfed by a huge, terrifying beast. Camila retreated two steps out of instinct.

She crossed her arms over her stomach in an effort to keep her unborn child safe.