“He has Isaac's weakness in his clutches."

“It appears that way," Robin said wisely.

“But there is no way of knowing for certain who would come out the victor."

Back on the ship, Camila had been dragged into a different container van.

The first thing she saw was a makeshift bed made of wooden boxes. There were no pillows, just a single quilt. And in the center of the bed was a baby. They had made such a racket upon their entry, yet the baby never stirred. Something was not right.

Camila all but pounced at the child. She held Joe in her arms and desperately patted his cheek. No response. She turned to glare at Travis. "What the hell did you do to my son?”

Travis was unbothered. "He was too noisy, so I gave him some sleeping pills."

“He is just a baby!" Camila screamed in horror.

“Please, he's not going to die," Travis scoffed. He wasn't trying to kill the child, but the constant crying was so damn annoying. If he did nothing about it, the patrons on the ship were bound to notice, so he dispatched a doctor to administer some sleeping medicine.

Camila's small frame trembled with rage. She carefully set Joe down and lunged at Travis. Her movement was so sudden that no one had the time to react.

The lackeys rushed forward to stop her, but they were too Late. She had already landed a slap on Travis’ face.

The cracking sound of skin hitting skin rang out in the boxed space. Everyone froze in shock.

The hand that Camila had hit him with was tingling and rapidly going numb. She had put all of her strength on that single slap.

“Camila!" Lilith pushed away Camila in outrage.

“How dare you hit him?"

“And why shouldn't I dare? If anything happens to my son, I will kill him with my own hands!"

“Hurt him again, and I will kill you myself!" Lilith's eyes flashed with anger. After learning that Travis had only broken up with her to keep her safe, her devotion to him had doubled in extent.

Travis reached out to push Lilith aside, then he stalked over to Camila.

He was sporting an expression as ferocious as that of a wild beast. Camila was instantly vigilant, and she took a wary step back. "Whatever enmity you have with Isaac should be settled between the two of you. How can you drag a baby barely a year old into this mess? And you call yourself a man?!"

Travis narrowed his eyes. An angry welt in the shape of a hand was already forming on his cheek. "You know, no one has ever slapped me, not even when I was a child. You're the first one to do so. Do you think I'll let you get away with it?"

Camila raised her chin, unwilling to back down despite being at a disadvantage.

“Do you think I will ever forgive you for touching my son?"

Travis' hands clenched into fists, his veins standing out against his skin, his knuckles making the distinct, cracking sound of bones.

He Let out a hollow laugh. "Well, I'm not going to beat a woman up. But I assure you, I can make your life a Living hell and humiliate Isaac in the process."

A deep sense of foreboding came over Camila, but she did her best to suppress it.