Why was he being kept outside?

When had Isaac ever been subjected to such treatment?

His countenance darkened, reflecting his inner turmoil.

Sensing that something was amiss, Camila gently tugged at Isaac's sleeve and suggested, "Why don't you wait for me in the car? I will join you shortly.”

Isaac adamantly refused, “No can do!"

Locating her had been no easy task.

If she were to escape from him again, where would he find her?

She had already slipped away twice.

Isaac's fear of her fleeing once more was palpable.

Camila, rendered momentarily speechless, pondered her next move.

"I really have pressing matters to attend to...”

“No, I cannot allow it!" Isaac refused decisively.

“Then shall you wait for me at the door?" proposed Camila.

“No,” came Isaac's curt reply.

“Then what do you suggest?"

“I insist on accompanying you inside," Isaac asserted, abandoning his usual aloofness. At this moment, he clung to her like a child who was not grown up.

With the hope that Amara would relax, Camila told her, “I promise he won't harm Josiah..."

“We do not welcome him into our home. I'm sorry, but I cannot trust you." Amara maintained her unwavering stance.

Stalemate enveloped the scene.

It left Camila feeling utterly helpless.

However, Josiah's voice suddenly resonated from within, echoing,

“Amara, just let them in!"

Yet, Amara remained unyielding. She positioned herself firmly at the door, directly addressing Josiah, “He has already captured you once. What if I allow him in only for him to capture you again? Do you not value your own Life? What if he takes you through another torture?" “It'll take more than that to kill me," Josiah insisted.

“No, absolutely not!" Amara refused to comply.

Camila realized she could not afford to waste any more time. Grasping Isaac's hand firmly, she steered him toward the corridor, beseeching, “I implore you, can you please wait for me in the car?"