On top of everything else, Forrest seemed to have also forgotten Laura's personality.

And Camila was starting to think she no longer knew him, either.

They had all been together since they were students, yet he was so easily blinded against Laura.

Camila couldn't help but find him pathetic.

“I'LL look for her myself and ask her about the incident."

Her tone was dismissive. She turned her attention to her plate and began eating as if nothing happened.

She didn't even bother looking at Forrest again.

But even as she brought food to her mouth, it tasted Like cardboard.

“Mila,” Forrest said. "Please let me know as soon as you find her."

Camila scooped up a spoonful of steamed eggs with bits of black truffle and put in her mouth, then proceeded to chew slowly as if it was the most important thing in the world. She still didn't look at Forrest when she said, "You want to see her. Why? What are you planning to do? Are you going to interrogate her? Or worse, even?"

“No, I just want to make sure she's okay. I care about her—"

“But you think that she pushed Divya and made her lose your baby. How can you sit there and claim that you care about Laura?"

"Are you calling me a hypocrite?" Forrest asked, his voice turning low and terrible. "I Lost my baby. I saw her push Divya down the stairs with my own eyes. But I never blamed Laura for it. She just fled and hid somewhere. I'm worried about her, Mila. I've been looking for her everywhere. Is that so wrong? Don't I deserve to know where she had gone, at the very Least?"

Camila didn't even try to argue with him.

She couldn't defend Laura, anyway, not without evidence.

Forrest was so set in his own beliefs, nothing she said could dissuade him at this point.

Camila would have to uncover the truth first.

She needed to know how and why Divya had fallen down the stairs.

“Let's eat," she said nonchalantly and dove back to her food.

“No.”

Forrest stood up abruptly and walked out of the room. He was aggrieved. He hadn't even blamed Laura for the incident, at least not out loud, yet Camila was being hostile to him.

Who was he supposed to confide in now? Who would help him?

When they were alone again, Isaac glanced at Camila, feeling a little guilty. "Mila?" he said warily.

"What?" Camila looked up and stared at him.

Isaac picked up some food and placed it on her plate.