At least they had sex...

“If you lost your child because of the man from that night, would you hate him?" he asked instead.

If she said no, he'd tell her the truth in a heartbeat.

Without hesitation, Camila answered, "Of course I'd hate him. I'd wish he was dead!"

Anger was written all over her face.

“I also hate you. Because of you, I lost my child," Camila added through gritted teeth. If it weren't for Isaac and Debora, she'd still have her child!

“You can hate me if you want," Isaac said softly

Camila was stunned for a moment. If she wasn't mistaken, there was a trace of sadness in his voice.

"Isaac?"

She asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you?"

Isaac stood up and walked towards the French window. Staring at the scenery outside, he murmured, “It's my fault."

He was also devastated when he learned that he had caused the baby's death.

Standing by the French window, he looked so lonely and sad.

Camila suddenly felt the urge to hug him. She felt sorry for him

The next second, she shook her head violently. How could she have such a thought?

Although Isaac didn't directly kill her baby, her baby's death still had something to do with him.

That was why she could never be reconciled with him.

"Glenda!" Camila called.

Soon, Glenda came over.

“Could you help me go upstairs?" Camila asked.

Before Glenda could help her up, Isaac came over and said, "Let me do it."

Glenda stepped aside immediately.

Camila refused his advances and said, "No, I want Glenda."

Isaac didn't say anything and scooped her up silently.

At a loss, Camila didn't know where to place her hands.