Camila lowered her head and muttered, "I haven't decided on anything yet."

Although she did not voice her thoughts, Forrest could see that she had a plan. In the end, he gave up trying to pry the information out of her because it was clear she did not want to share it.

“I'm going now, then.”

Forrest stood up to leave.

It was at this time that Isaac arrived.

The moment he laid eyes on Forrest, he asked, “Can she leave the hospital now?"

Forrest glanced at Camila before replying, "Yes, Mila will be officially discharged tomorrow."

Isaac frowned.

Somehow, Forrest calling her nickname was making him upset.

Mila, huh? He had never called her that before

Forrest furrowed his brow in confusion when Isaac's eyes darkened. Did he do something wrong?

“Anyway, I'm Leaving now." He did not want to get into trouble.

Isaac made his way to the sofa and sat on it. He then haughtily ordered, "I'm thirsty. Get me a glass of water."

The way he spoke was very irritating.

However, Camila had no choice but to obey him.

She got up and went to pour him a glass of water.

Isaac accepted it and drank two mouthfuls before smiling. "Camila, do you know?"

“What ?"

Camila stared at him with dismay, convinced that he was up to no good. Isaac, with a chuckle, stated, "I Like it when you're being picked on." This left Camila at a loss for words for a while.

In a neutral tone, she said, "What a unique hobby you have there. People who don't know you might think you're insane."

She sat down on the bed.

Camila was in much better health. However, she had been on her feet for some time now, so she was exhausted. To her surprise, she discovered that it was almost nine o'clock when she looked at her watch. She turned to Isaac and asked, "Aren't you going to leave yet?"

The more she tried to drive him away, the more Isaac wanted to stay “Where am I supposed to go when you're here?" He leaned back on the couch as he spoke.

Camila paid him no mind and lay in the bed.

"I'm going to stay with you tonight," Isaac added.