Walking over to the bed, she looked at Isaac lying there and asked, “Did you prepare this?"

Isaac nodded, saying, "Drink it while it's warm."

Camila sat on the edge of the bed, took the cup, and held it in her hands. Then she asked, "Isaac, would you regret it if we don't have a daughter?"

"But we have two sons," Isaac replied, raising his eyes to meet hers.

"What's on your mind?"