As she left, Rowena asked, “Did you eat anything? I've made some food."

“I've already eaten. I won't be long."

Rowena nodded, understanding the demands of her daughter's job. She only reminded Camila not to stay out too late Camila acknowledged her mother's concern.

With the driver looking after Aldrin in the hospital, Camila had to drive herself.

She reached the address Alick had given her.

It was an entertainment club buzzing with night life.

She entered and located the private room Alick had mentioned.

Upon opening the door, she saw...

It wasn't just Isaac. Forrest was there too.

Camila was hit by a strong whiff of alcohol.

She wasn't sure how much Isaac had been drinking.

But Forrest had clearly had quite a bit.

He sprawled on the sofa, his flushed face still visible in the low Light.

His coat was tossed aside, and the open collar of his shirt revealed reddened skin.

Camila entered, frowning, and first checked on Isaac.

Isaac didn't seem as drunk as Forrest.

His face wasn't particularly red — maybe he didn't redden when he drank.

His gaze was hazy as he Looked at her.

“You're here."

He reached out his hand towards Camila.