"As a mother, I feel indebted to my son. I wish to do this myself."

Camila resumed her chore.

The phone on the bedside table abruptly rang.

He released Camila and proceeded to answer the call.

“The inquiry has been conducted. The doctor too has confessed."

With a sudden grip of his phone, Isaac questioned, "Who?"

“I'll send you the photo of the person."

Soon enough, Isaac's phone buzzed with a photo notification.

With a tap, he revealed the image.

A man with a hat shading his features was shown, but Isaac's eyes instantly recognized him.

No mistaking it, it was Jaylen.

Continuing, the private detective revealed, “This photo was stashed away by the doctor for contingencies. My investigations confirmed this guy was in Faymoor during the period of interest. He hails from Azmar and, intriguingly, he's a father..."

Such solid findings from the detective resonated with Isaac's suspicions.

"Understood."

Isaac's response came with a sense of calmness.

After all, he'd pieced it all together already.

Upon ending the call, he took a moment of stillness.

Seeing him in deep thought, Camila, having tidied up the attire, approached him.

“Who was that? You seem in a world of your own."

Isaac, snapping out of his thoughts, swiveled around.