Once Colin departed, Camila went into the ward, sat on the bed's edge, and fixated on Laura with intense eyes.

Laura questioned, "What's the reason for your gaze? Is something amiss?"

Under Camila's scrutiny, even her scalp prickled.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Camila questioned bluntly.

"I heard you weren't even considering giving birth to the baby when Morrison was in danger. Why was that?" Camila asked directly, her eyes fixed on Laura's face.

Laura looked down.

“Your child isn't Morrison's, right?" Camila pressed. It wasn't a huge leap in logic.

Laura's decision back then had been baffling. She'd declared she'd die for Morrison, so how could she not want his child?

It didn't make sense.

“Forget it." Camila sighed. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't pry.

"Without Morrison, the child wouldn't be here," Laura admitted, finally meeting Camila's gaze. "Please, keep this a secret."

"Of course," Camila nodded.

"The baby is... Forrest's," Laura said with forced indifference.

There was no outward sign of emotion. She'd built a wall, hence the calmness.

This revelation stunned Camila.

The child being Forrest's hadn't even crossed her mind.

It should have, though. Laura and Morrison hadn't known each other for long.

She wouldn't have given birth to his child in such a short time.

"Morrison's a good man," Camila offered.

He'd been incredibly kind to Laura, even willing to accept the child that belonged to her and another man. It spoke volumes of his character.