Before Camila could finish what she was about to say, Isaac leaned forward and kissed her lips.

The countdown clock on the bomb continued to tick away: 45, 44, 43...

“You must be terrified right now, aren't you? Don't worry. You're not alone. I'm with you," Isaac whispered in her ear.

Camila's heart skipped a beat.

Both of her eyes were wide with bewilderment.

Her voice was scratchy and shaky as she muttered, “We're going to die.” “I'm glad that I met you, Mila." Isaac wrapped his arms around her. Camila felt a tightness in her throat and had to swallow.

It itched excruciatingly.

She was terrified, but now that Isaac was by her side, not even death seemed so terrible.

At this very moment, she was convinced that Isaac loved her.

“I'm sorry." She buried her face in his chest as she whispered, "I shouldn't have suspected you."

In a tender gesture, Isaac cupped her face in his hands and caressed her cheeks and ears.

The fullness, warmth, and tenderness of his fingers seemed to have magically soothed Camila's heart.

The countdown on the bomb's timer continued: 10, 9, 8, 7, ... In the blink of an eye, the number went down to 3, 2, 1,

Camila closed her eyes when the timer read zero. She was no longer afraid because Isaac was right there with her.

She braced herself and waited for one second, two seconds, and then three seconds.

Several seconds passed, but no explosion happened.

What in the world was going on?

The bomb had stopped counting down, and the timer was stuck at zero when Camila opened her eyes

However, it did not go off as expected.

Aldrin spoke out just when her confusion was at its peak.

“Camila, I was planning to use you to force Isaac to admit that he killed my mom. Then, I'd turn over all the evidence to the authorities and make sure he got what he deserved. However, I've never thought of hurting you. The bomb is fake."

"Aldrin," Camila called shakily.

"I believe you. You're right. Isaac wouldn't go to all the trouble to get her out of prison if he really wanted to kill her. It wouldn't make sense. I also think I'm being manipulated."

He walked over and freed Camila from her bindings. "Are you mad at me?" “No, I'm not."

Camila was astonished and touched at the same time.