So he deleted it.

As he glanced at his phone, Isaac lamented how unresponsive and frigid Camila had been Lately.

She had left earlier that day without so much as a phone call, leaving him to question her feelings for him. Did she Love him or not?

Isaac pressed his hand to his forehead and squeezed the area between his eyebrows, consumed with thoughts of Camila that left him feeling angry and powerless.

Though he yearned to reach out to her, his pride prevented him from doing so.

After all, wasn't Camila the one at fault for getting drunk and embracing another man?

Or did his own desperation and neediness drive him to be the one to make the first move?

Isaac set down his phone in frustration.

Meanwhile, Camila was in the hospital, busy with a surgery.

As she exited the operating room, she checked her phone for any missed calls or messages, only to find none.

Is Isaac so angry he's refusing to contact me? She wondered, biting her lower lip.

She had attempted to explain everything to him but he wouldn't even give her a chance to speak

Glancing at the clock, she realized there was no surgery scheduled for the day, which meant she could leave work early.

Perhaps after a day, Isaac's anger would have subsided.

But maybe she should be the one to make amends first. She decided to prepare dinner for him and explain what had occurred the day before. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, causing her to jump.

Answering it, she heard Aldrin's voice on the other end.

“Camila, there's something I need to discuss with you. What time do you finish work?"

“At five," she replied.

“Ll come and pick you up from the door," Aldrin said.

"Okay."

As soon as she stepped outside the gate, she saw Aldrin's car waiting for her.

“Come on in, Camila," he beckoned.

“Where are we headed? I have other things to do and need to get home early. Unless it's urgent, I would prefer to go home first," she said.

"Oh, it's important. Please, just come with me for a little while," Aldrin insisted.

Reluctantly, Camila got into the car.