Camila considered herself a bad mother. After giving birth to her baby, she wasn't able to take care of him. She always put him in danger, and she was rarely by his side.

What a terrible mother she was!

The tear dripped from her cheek onto the pillow, disappearing silently Isaac heard her last sentence clearly.

In his eyes, he thought that Camila felt heartbroken because she was dreaming about her lost child.

He knew how she felt as the mother of the child.

As the father, he felt the same way.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, he held the woman in his arms close, as if only in this way could he alleviate his pain

How he wanted to have another child with her!

It was a long night.

Isaac tossed and turned in bed restlessly.

He simply couldn't fall asleep.

The following morning, when Camila woke up, she saw...

Isaac's face was right in front of her. "Isaac?!" she gasped in shock. However, because she was so weak, her voice was barely above a whisper. So Isaac didn't even stir in his sleep.

He didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, so he was in deep sleep now.

Camila rubbed her eyes in disbelief. In doing so, she realized that her arms and legs weren't strapped down anymore.

She also realized that she was only in her underwear. Camila was confused.

Did the man undress her while she was unconscious?

Thinking of this, her expression darkened. Fucking bastard!

He was always taking advantage of her!

And why did he kidnap her?!

Did he have nothing else to do with his life?

Did he think that she'd just let him bully her like this?

At that moment, she really wanted to strangle him, but she could barely even sit up in bed.

She had no choice but to save her strength for now.

Quiet as a mouse, she gently lifted the quilt and struggled to get out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She didn't dare to breathe too loudly, lest Isaac wake up. Looking around, she saw nothing she could use to cover her body except Isaac's clothes. In the end, she picked up his shirt and put it on.