But Camila was too sad to even speak.

She felt cold all over, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Isaac sat up and pulled her into a warm embrace.

“It's okay. I'm right here."

A single tear drop rolled down her cheek.

"I... hated him, but... I feel so bad..." Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Rubbing her hair comfortingly, Isaac whispered, “I know, I know."

Her father just died.

How could she not feel bad?

"I... I want to see him," she suddenly said, standing up in a hurry. But her hands were shaking so uncontrollably that Isaac had to help her get dressed.

“Don't worry.”

“How can I not worry?!" she snapped. The next second, she covered her mouth in horror.

She realized that she shouldn't have shouted at Isaac.

Even if she was sad, it wasn't Isaac's fault that her father died. She shouldn't have vented her messy emotions on him.

“I... I'm sorry." She apologized in a low voice.

Isaac wiped away her tears and murmured, “Don‘t apologize."

She looked at Isaac in a daze and suddenly threw herself into his arms, sobbing violently!

Isaac held her and patted her back. He knew that nothing he said would comfort her at a time like this.

After a while, she gradually calmed down and the two headed straight to the hospital.

When they arrived, she saw the nurses pushing a body covered with a white blanket to the morgue. Trudy was behind them, crying bitterly.

After some slight hesitation, Camila took a deep breath and walked over.

Trudy pushed her away angrily. "You jinx! Your father died because of you!"

"Mom!" Aldrin was mortified. "How dare you blame her? If you didn't quarrel with father just now, he wouldn't have been so mad!"

After all, he was present when Marvin died.

He knew that Camila had nothing to do with Marvin's death.

Trudy shot her son a murderous glare.