Camila took a quick glance around the room and saw that there was a bottle of water and a cup on the table. She quickly walked over, poured a cup of water, and brought it to Isaac, who raised his hand to receive it.

After handing the cup to him, Camila took a step back.

Leaning sideways, Isaac got up slightly and brought the cup up to his Lips.

Before long, he had downed half of the water in the cup.

"Here you go," he said as he extended the cup in the air.

Camila took the cup from his hand and placed it on the bedside table.

Near where she placed the cup, there was a small white crystal vase with several tulips in it.

Camila knew for sure that it couldn't have been arranged by Willie.

The man simply wasn't that attentive to details like this.

The hospital must have been the one to have it placed there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Camila pursed her lips and studied the man on the bed carefully.

Isaac quickly picked up that someone was sitting on the edge of the bed and asked with a frown, “What the hell are you doing, Willie?"

"Does he really think I'm Willie?" Camila mused, her brow furrowed in thought.

But then she thought it made sense. After all, she had kept quiet since she entered the room.

What was more, she came without informing anyone in advance.

Still recovering his eyesight, Isaac certainly couldn't recognize her.

She looked at Isaac's stunned expression.

A playful smirk danced across her face.

“Mr. Calderon wanted me to look after you." Camila deliberately spoke in a different voice, making it much gentler.

Isaac was completely lost for words.