Since Camila still felt uncomfortable with Isaac, she wasn't in the mood to be intimate with him.

She kept pounding his chest and tried to wrestle her way out of his control. "Isaac..." she uttered during the rare times her lips were free to speak.

Despite her struggle, Isaac didn't let her go. Instead, he even kissed her deeper.

At some point, resistance became futile for Camila.

Compared to his towering figure, her body was small and fragile in his arms.

After numerous failed attempts at fighting back, she finally lost the will to struggle.

She looked up at him, her eyes slightly wet with tears, and asked, “Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was hoarse and on the verge of cracking.

She disliked crying, but at this moment, she was so overwhelmed by sadness that she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Isaac Looked down and saw her sad face.

“Are you hurt? Or are you sad?"

Looking up, Camila hesitated for a while before saying, "You...

“Why don't you ask me when something happens?" Isaac stared at her straight in her eyes. "Do you think I had sex with another woman?"

When Camila heard this, a Look of shock flashed in her eyes. "H-How did you know?" she stammered.

Instead of answering her, Isaac gave her a question of his own. "Did you see Fidelia?”

Camila shook her head. "No." “Huh?" Isaac's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He didn't seem to believe her.

"I used to be a doctor, you know," she began to explain. "I also have some friends who are doctors. That's why I was able to look at Fidelia's examination records."

“So you think I'm the one who did all those?"

Camila shook her head frantically. She pushed herself off Isaac's arms and returned to the bedside barefoot. Then, she picked up her phone on the table and showed the photo contained there.

“Look at this," she said, handing him the phone.

Isaac didn't take the phone. He just glanced at the screen

“This is the reason why I went to the hospital," Camila told him.

“Thanks to this, I was easily able to locate Fidelia, but I didn't go to see her."

"So you're suspecting me?" Isaac repeated, his tone sounding accusatory.

Camila sat on the edge of the bed. "If you were in my position, wouldn't you suspect me?"

“Put on your clothes," Isaac ordered out of the blue. Camila didn't budge.