“Of course.”

He then called Wynter to the room and instructed, "See our guests out Wynter walked up to Leland and said, “Let me see you off, Mr. Perry.” Soon, the door to the reception room closed.

“Why did you admit to hitting her?" Isaac asked.

Camila raised a brow. "Shouldn't you be asking why I hit her?" "I know you didn't," Isaac stated with certainty.

Then, his eyes dimmed. "Do you think I can't help you?"

It's not like that."

Camila shook her head. After a while, she said, "I'm tired."

Isaac, finally noticing how exhausted she looked, said, "There's a lounge in my office. You can sleep there for a while."

Camila did not refuse.

“Thank you."

Isaac stood up from his seat and replied, “You're welcome."

Camila followed Isaac into his office and noticed a glass door to the left. She pushed it open.

There was a bed, wardrobe, a desk, and a bathroom in the room, so it was functional despite its lack of frills. It was also well-kept and neat.

"Go to sleep. I'LL wake you up once I'm done with work. Then, we'll go home together."

“Okay,” Camile replied.

She lay on the bed and covered herself with the comforter.

As she stared at the ceiling, she muttered, “Marlowe has a good father."

She let out a sigh.

That was all it took for Isaac to know what she was thinking, but he said nothing. When he pulled the curtain closed, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

He paused when he reached the bedside before walking out of the room. With a Light click, the door closed.

Camila squirmed into a ball and placed her hands on her abdomen, hoping to keep the child inside her warm.

This child was the only thing that gave her the strength she needed to face the world.

After a few seconds, she closed her eyes.

Isaac walked out of his office and called, “Wynter.”

In an instant, Wynter was on his side. "Yes, Mr. Johnston’