Ramsey would become the new leader of the family.

Camila typed a response.

"Okay."

She stared at her screen. Dissatisfied, she then typed a few more words.

"Be safe."

"I will," Isaac replied shortly.

The two of them stared at their phone screens, contemplating whether or not to send another message.

After a long while, Isaac decided to send another one.

"Go to sleep."

Perched on the edge of the bed, Camila set her phone aside and gazed out of the window, lost in her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Forrest seemed to have matured overnight. He did not defy his mother nor did he demand a divorce.

Instead, he realized that no matter how much he insisted, it would not make a difference if he did not have absolute control over the situation.

His marriage remained unbreakable, and he was still clueless about the truth of Laura's murder.

At this moment, Forrest was face to face with Divya's father.

"Are you trying to persuade me to agree to your divorce with my daughter?" Pearson asked, his face dark and gloomy.

Forrest rose from his seat and poured a drink for both of them.

"I acknowledge my mistake of bringing up the divorce. Actually, that's what I came here for. I'd like to sincerely apologize for what I said that day."

“Didn't you say Divya had an affair?" Pearson scoffed.

“I'm sorry. I got all confused."

“How could you do her wrong like that?! Is it because you don't think Divya deserves to marry you?"