The doctor replied with unease, “We would never even consider making such a joke."

Despite his reluctance to accept the doctor's verdict, Isaac couldn't ignore what was clearly communicated to him.

He swallowed audibly.

“Mr. Johnston, please try to stay calm," Alick said in an attempt to reason with him.

Nevertheless, Isaac remained agitated and was not pacified by his words.

That was likely the most arduous moment he had ever experienced.

He marched forward, but as he neared the operating room door, his steps became heavy and lethargic.

The door was ajar.

The surgeons in charge of the operation stood in a row beside the operating table.

ALL of them bowed their heads.

The leader, Josiah, also bowed his head and remained silent as did the others.

It was more appropriate to remain quiet at such a time.

The Lifeless body on the operating table was still connected to various tubes.

Isaac stood at the door and could see her.

Her face was badly charred.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Could it really be Camila lying there? He scoffed, "Are you trying to trick me with someone else's body?"

Josiah lowered his head, his heart racing. How could Isaac know?

The body was severely disfigured.

He looked up at Isaac, who was attempting to conceal his panic. It wasn't that he knew it wasn't Camila. He simply refused to believe that she was gone. He was in denial.

Summoning his courage, Josiah spoke up.

“We did everything we could, but she was injured in an explosion. We simply couldn't.

Isaac shot them a piercing glare, as though he could harm them.

“Isn't it your incompetence that prevented her from being saved?"

Josiah refrained from arguing back.

He knew that if he provoked Isaac at that moment, the situation could spiral out of control.