Camila could not anger him at this time, though.

He might torture her again

To protect her child, she had to avoid an open confrontation with

Isaac.

She was like an egg, while Isaac was like a stone. If they collided, she would be the one who would get crushed.

An open confrontation with him would result in her death.

She did not care if she died. Even if she were to perish, her child, who had yet to experience what it was like to live, had to survive.

With a forced smile, Camila said, "Get out of the way. I need to get some water."

Suddenly, her arm was hit by the splattering, boiling water

Because it was boiling, it stung when it touched her

Camila flinched.

“Ow!

Isaac quickly moved to examine her arm. "Did you get burned?"

Rubbing her arm, Camila replied, "I'm fine."

Isaac removed her hand, exposing the skin that was beginning to redden on her arm. Because her skin was so tender, it was easy to spot even the most subtle signs of redness and irritation.

"You got burned. Why don't you just admit it?" Isaac scolded.

The worry was evident in his eyes.

However, Camila ignored it.

Surely, it was just an illusion.

After all, he had no reason to be concerned about her.

Camila lowered her head to avoid looking at Isaac.

“Fortunately, it didn't blister," Isaac muttered.

Soon, the pain subsided. Camila retrieved the bowl to get some water. However, Isaac snatched it from her hand, saying, "I'll do it."

Camila raised a brow at him. "Do you know how?"

Isaac gave her a pointed look, feeling offended.