The corner of Debora's lips curled up into a pleased smile.

To make up for the difficulty she experienced, she decided to make everyone else's lives just as difficult.

She felt absolutely no remorse for betraying Camila.

The only reason she decided to work with her was because she thought the woman could help her get back together with Isaac.

However, their plan failed.

In other words, their alliance was dissolved, and she was under no obligation to conceal this fact from Isaac for Camila's sake.

Debora approached Isaac, pulled out her phone, and showed him the messages between her and Camila.

The messages from Camila were full of specifics about when and where Isaac would show up.

“Why did she tell you all of this?" Isaac already had a guess in mind. However, he did not want to believe it.

He refused to believe that Camila would set him up with someone else.

“She wants me to make up with you so that you'LL let her go, and she can leave." Debora was not satisfied yet, so she seized the chance to smear Camila's reputation.

“She wants to leave because she wants to meet her lover. Do you know how much of a slut that woman is? Even in the hospital, she tries to seduce the doctors there."

Isaac knew that Camila wanted to run away.

He was also aware that she had a lover.

However, he did not know that she was trying to seduce other men. Perhaps it was true.

After all, that woman had also managed to get him to like her.

As frustrated as Isaac was with Camila, he kept his cool in front of Debora.

With a stony expression, he stated mockingly, "Did we ever stay together? By the way, you aren't much better than Camila."

He then turned around, stepped into his car, and drove off.

When Isaac returned to the villa, nearly everyone had already gone to bed.

It was eerily quiet inside the house.

He went straight to the second floor.

When he opened the door, he caught sight of the moon through the window.

Under the glow of the moonlight, he entered and closed the door. Camila had her eyes closed.

As she snuggled up on the edge of the bed, her brows knitted together. It was Like she was uncomfortable with her position