Isaac did not respond, as if he had not heard anything.

Willie was starting to get worried but did not ask again.

Suddenly, there was a sound of shattering coming from the ward.

As soon as Isaac entered the room, he found Camila reclining on the side of the bed, with her left leg still in a cast.

He scowled and demanded, "What are you doing?"

He walked up to her and lifted her onto the bed. He fought back his anger and asked, "You're injured, and yet you still want to run away?"

Camila shook her head. Her leg was fractured, and she was too weak to even try to run.

Also, her chest felt heavy with milk.

“I'm just thirsty."

Only then did Isaac notice that her lips were dry and bleeding.

He averted his gaze and softly replied, "I'll pour some water for you." Camila sighed as she lay on her back. Staring at the ceiling, she muttered, “Isaac, why won't you let me go?"

Isaac paused. He knew he had feelings for Camila.

However, he was reluctant to accept it after Learning that she had sex with another man.

That was why he chose to bury what he felt for her.

Things had changed, though. He knew now that it was Camila he had slept with that night.

He knew now that she did not cheat on him.

He could now be honest about his attraction to her.

Isaac sat down on the side of the bed with a glass of water in his hand and helped Camila sit up with the other. With an arm draped over her shoulder to support her weight, he fed her with water.

Camila sipped slowly yet surely.

“Do you want more?" Isaac asked.

Camila shook her head tiredly.

Isaac did not remove his arm around her.

He had always felt a strange sense of familiarity emanating from Camila's body whenever they were close to each other. Now, he knew why.

As it turned out, she was the one who caused him to lose control of himself that night.

It was her body that he was so addicted to.