Just then, Forrest swiftly spun around, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

He had just sent a message.

“Breakfast's ready."

Then he strode out of the room.

Divya hurriedly freshened up, changed her clothes, and headed downstairs.

Forrest hadn't left yet.

She took a seat at the table.

She asked carefully, "Do you have a busy day ahead?"

Truthfully, there wasn't much left for them to talk about.

She just needed to strike up a conversation.

Forrest responded in an understated tone, "I will be.

When he spoke, he looked at her and said meaningfully, "I will be very busy."

"Will you be home earlier tonight?"

She started fishing for clues.

"Yes," Forrest replied.

Suddenly, Forrest's phone resting on the table vibrated.

He picked it up slowly.

An anxious voice filtered through from the other side, “Forrest, what happened last night?"

“Is this concerning the recording?" Forrest asked.

“Did you do it?" Pearson inquired.