Then, she remembered what was written on that test report...

If he had nothing to do with her injuries, then why did he send Fidelia here?

She tried not to overthink the matter and put her trust on Isaac. However, the evidence in front of her was too strong. She couldn't stop herself from thinking the worst.

It was normal for a man to send a woman to the hospital.

However, the woman had those injuries on the private part of her body. Camila closed her eyes and winced. Just the thought of it was enough for her to feel overwhelmed by her emotions.

She blew through her mouth and tried to calm herself down.

When she reached the gate of the hospital, she stood still and caught her breath. She felt Like she was drowning and desperate for air.

Her Legs were so weak that she felt like she could collapse any second. The driver noticed this and ran to her side.

“Are you okay?" he asked as he helped her keep steady.

Camila gave a weak nod.

“I'm fine, but don't tell anyone about my visit to the hospital, okay?"

The driver nodded back. "Okay."

After taking a deep breath, the grimace on Camila's face instantly disappeared. She then forced a smile and said, “Let's go back.”

The driver helped her get in the car.

On the way back, her heart was pounding hard against her chest. She tried everything she could do to relax her body and made sure that her face wouldn't betray what she was truly feeling inside.

Thankfully, when she arrived home, she had already calmed down.

Before getting out of the car, she looked at the driver and said, “Don't forget what I told you.

"I won't tell anyone,” the driver promised.

Satisfied, Camila nodded and entered the villa.

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a silence so quiet she could hear a pin drop.

When she walked into the room, there was no light in sight. Beside the bed, she could make out a faint silhouette. Judging by its slenderness, she could tell in an instant that it was Isaac. She approached him and saw Joe in his arms. In the darkness, it looked Like Isaac's and Joe's bodies were one.

She sat on the edge of the bed as she watched her child sleep. It was dark enough in the room that it was hard to make out her expression.

Gently, she reached out her hand and stroked Joe's cheeks. Her baby's skin was soft, tender, and smooth. The mere act of touching him made her heart skip a beat.

This was her baby.

Her sweetheart.