"What is it?" Camila asked. Juan felt like he could drown with the guilt. It was all his fault. Camila was going through all of that because of his inability to handle his affairs to handle Isla. Right now, Camila was standing in front of him, her hands crossed over her pert breasts. Worry was on the crease of her brows. He did this to her. It was all his fault.
"I am sorry. I know who is trying to kill you," Juan said. It hurt like hell to admit that he knew of this, and he didn't let her know all this while. He tried his best to stop it, but Isla was much faster than him. She knew his next move even before he made it.
"What do you mean?" Camila asked. Even as she spoke with her mouth, she was searching his eyes for an answer. Juan was too ashamed to look in her eyes and give her the re
