“You can be honest with me. I don't want you to hide anything." Isaac could see the hesitation in her eyes.

"I gave birth to my baby!" she blurted after plucking up the courage Isaac pursed his lips. He already knew that. Camila had said this before.

Judging from the lack of a reaction, Camila knew that he didn't understand.

“I mean—"

“I don't care," Isaac said again.

At this time, her phone kept buzzing relentlessly

Worried that it might be Rowena calling, she couldn't delay it any further. "Forget it."

She turned around to leave.

Isaac stopped her abruptly.

“Where are you going? Sleep next to me tonight," he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes burning with Longing.

“There's something I have to do," Camila said, refusing him.

“What is it?"

"I have to call my mom. My dad's sick, remember? He really wants to see my mother, so I have to tell her." While this wasn't a lie, it wasn't the complete truth either.

But she knew that Isaac wouldn't stop her if she used her parents as an excuse.

After all, it was a serious matter.

Sure enough, he let her go, albeit reluctantly. "Okay."

Then Camila walked out and retreated to her room.

Closing the door behind her, she sat down on the edge of the bed and checked her phone.

To her surprise, it wasn't Rowena who called, but Laura.

After hesitating for a while, she called back.

The call connected soon.

"Mila?"

"Yeah?" As a friend, Camila also cared about Laura's relationship with Forrest. "How's everything going between you and Forrest?"

Laura fell silent. From the other end of the line, Camila could hear Laura sobbing softly.

“Are you crying?" Camila asked vigilantly.