As they arrived, Isaac's car pulled up.

He parked quickly and came over.

Eagle had just opened the passenger door when Isaac spotted his drunk wife.

He leaned in and embraced her gently. "You know alcohol doesn't agree with you. Why do you overdo it?"

Then, turning to Eagle, he inquired, “Who was she drinking with?"

Eagle replied, “It seems the research institute had a dinner event today."

Camila, finally realizing it was Isaac standing before her, flung herself into his arms, murmuring repeatedly, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Isaac felt surprised.

He gave her a gentle pat on the back and said, "You've had too much to drink. Don't talk nonsense. Let me carry you inside."

"No," Camila replied.

She held onto his waist tightly, burying her face in his chest. “You just don't get it," she mumbled.

Isaac lowered his head and asked, “Don't get what?"

“I can't tell you," she said, her voice muffled and hoarse.

Isaac turned to Eagle and said, "You can go inside first."

“Okay," Eagle replied and went back to his room.

“I feel awful," Camila said, clinging to Isaac tighter.

Isaac asked gently, “Do you need to vomit?"

Camila shook her head. "I just feel sad," she replied.

Isaac sensed she had something on her mind, so he asked quietly, “Why are you sad?"

ALL of a sudden, Camila lifted her head.