With her current situation, it would be immoral for her to hold on to the contract.

She had borne a child who was not her husband's.

With what had happened, it would not be right for her to continue being married to Isaac.

It was then that Camila realized she had to get better as soon as possible. She pointed at the bowl in Isaac's hand and said, "Give that to me."

Isaac disagreed.

“Let me feed you.”

Camila frowned. She wondered if Isaac had accidentally ingested the wrong medication and that was why he was acting strange.

Isaac had every right to be upset with her.

Therefore, he should not be treating her nicely.

Camila was at a loss for words when faced with his undivided attention.

“You're really." Camila studied him for a moment before asking, "What is this? Are you feeling guilty?"

Was he using a stick-and-carrot approach with her?

With a sideways glance at her injured leg, Isaac admitted, “I was so angry at that time.”

In an enraged fit, he pushed her down from the window.

Camila felt a twitch in her eyelids. Was he going to do that again whenever he was angry, then?

"I could have died."

“You wouldn't die from such a fall. At that height, the worst that could happen to you is that you become disabled." Isaac scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew on it before bringing it to her mouth.

Camila was not used to this at all.

“Did you poison my food?" she asked.

She really could not understand why he was acting like this.

Isaac looked at her intently for a while.

How bad of a person did he seem to her?

“I have to keep you alive because I still need to torture you. Right now, I'd rather you stay alive." He put on a tough facade.

Camila was somewhat relieved to learn this.

This was the real Isaac.