As Isaac drove off, Alick followed. Isaac needed someone to keep an eye on him, someone to prevent any further rash actions.

He called his men. "Hold Jaylen captive. Don't let him die."

They needed to retrieve the video and photos from Jaylen first.

After ending the call, Alick trailed Isaac's vehicle.

The car abruptly stopped at the roadside.

Isaac didn't move for some time.

Uncertain, Alick exited his car and approached.

In silence, Isaac sat motionless in his vehicle.

Alick was at a loss for comforting words.

Words seemed useless in the face of such heartbreak.

Even if he hadn't experienced it personally, he could empathize with that kind of depression.

Perhaps silence wasn't what Isaac needed.

Carefully, Alick suggested, “How about a drink? It might help.”

A drink might sober him up, help him regain his calm.

Isaac lifted his head, eyed Alick dispassionately for a couple of seconds, then without a word, started his car and drove off.

For a moment, Alick was speechless.

He remained standing, confused about Isaac's intentions.

Regardless of his concerns, his capacity to intervene was limited.

Perhaps, Isaac just needed time.

Isaac didn't return home. He headed straight to his office.