She recounted the day's events, and Isaac's brow creased.

"That was rash. Getting them to the hospital was one thing, but going through with surgery without family consent, and using an untested artificial heart- What if it had gone wrong? Could you have handled that weight?"

Camila's heart was pounding, but her face was calm.

"The surgery was a success, yet the patient's fate hangs in the balance. We're in uncharted waters now."

He looked into her eyes, searching. “Given another shot, would you make the same call?"

"I would," Camila affirmed, her voice steady. Her choice was made.

Looking back was not an option.

Without the surgery, the director's chances were slim.

Misunderstood by many, she clung to the hope that Isaac's insight would differ.

"You've made your decision, and now just let it be," he said.

"Should there be fallout, I'm here to shoulder it with you."

His assurance was a balm to her anxiety.

In his presence, she found an anchor, a rare feeling of complete safety.

She moved closer and nestled into his embrace. “Having you here means everything."

“Do you just feel good about me now?" Isaac arched an eyebrow in gentle jest.

Camila lifted her gaze, taking in the resolve etched in his jaw.

"You've always been so good," she said with a smile, playfully straightening his tie. "Remember, you're stuck with being my rock."

Isaac chuckled, a glint of delight in his eyes.

He reached out to tenderly squeeze her cheek. "Of course."

As she tilted her head up to plant a soft kiss on his chin, aiming playfully for his lips next, she caught a glimpse of someone at the door.