“I'll get the first-aid kit and tend your wounds.”

But before Camila could take a step, Forrest stopped her.

"I'm fine.

Don't bother."

She stared at him for a couple of seconds and then sat down.

"How did you know that Laura was killed?" Aldrin suddenly asked.

Camila, too, wanted to know.

The two looked at Forrest, waiting for his answer.

"Maybe you got the wrong information?" Camila asked, hoping there might be a chance that Laura was still alive.

Forrest wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and replied, “The source of the information... is reliable."

“Who was it?" Aldrin clenched his fists as he spoke as if looking for a fight.

However, Forrest was aware violence would never solve anything.

“I'll explain everything to you. Just give me a little time."

"We'll give you time," Camila said before Aldrin could open his mouth to speak.

"But you must give us a satisfactory explanation then."

"I will," Forrest firmly replied.

After making sure that both parties had calmed down, Camila finally stood up.

"I'm tired. Do whatever you want to do. I don't care."

Without waiting for their response, she returned to her room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it.

Tears began to well up in her eyes.