"Can't you sleep? Are you hungry?" Isaac asked.

Shaking her head, Camila got up to dress. "I have to go out.”

Isaac frowned. "Why venture out at this hour?"

Camila located her clothes and, as she dressed, remarked, "I need to go to the hospital."

Isaac awoke abruptly and sat upright. "Why are you heading to the hospital? Are you concerned?"

"Yes," Camila admitted frankly. “I'm genuinely quite worried."

Isaac rose from bed, approached, and embraced her from behind.

“Darling, it's late. Let's sleep and set aside everything else."

Camila turned to face him. "Do you understand why I was so affectionate with you today?"

Isaac blinked, his thick eyelashes fluttering lightly twice. “Why?”

“To divert my thoughts."

She wanted to stop dwelling on the old director.

There were no incoming calls, which likely meant there was no good news. Meanwhile, it also implied that there were no negative updates.

Isaac furrowed his brow in confusion.

He was obviously unhappy.

What did she think of him?

He lifted Camila suddenly.

Camila tapped his shoulder. "What are you doing? You startled me."

His actions were too abrupt.

Isaac carried her towards the spacious bed. “I need you to distract me."