“It looks like they have exhausted all their wits, resorting to such a shameless scheme. Truly laughable!"

Having voiced his disdain, Alick returned to the crux of the matter.

“What course of action shall we take?"

Isaac raised his head, fixing a piercing gaze on Alick.

“Are you playing around with me with such a question?"

He had confined Travis to a mental institution, subjecting him to the torment of imprisonment.

Not to procreate and propagate his lineage!

Did Travis truly believe he deserved such a privilege?

Alick swiftly understood, determination glimmering in his eyes.

“I know how to go about it."

Isaac nodded, a tacit agreement passing between them.

When the car reached the hotel, Isaac and Camila disembarked, while Alick set off toward Simpson Psychiatric Hospital.

Camila had remained silent throughout the journey.

Now, with Alick's absence, she asked, "Has Travis succumbed to mental illness?"

She had overheard the mention of Travis's confinement in a psychiatric facility.

Isaac clasped her hand, leading her into the hotel, and replied, "Soon."

Camila found herself speechless.

What did he mean by “soon"?

This time, Isaac wished to avoid delving into those tangled matters. Camila refrained from pressing further.

She understood what had transpired.

No matter how Isaac tormented Travis, she felt it was just retribution. Travis kidnapped Joe before.

Thoughts of Joe brought forth a pang of guilt, and she asked, “How is

Joe faring?"

Isaac responded, "He is flourishing. He utters a multitude of words and, now that he can walk, he scampers about everywhere."

Isaac had attended the auction for a castle that was slated for sale, with the intent of providing his son with a spacious playground.