Just as they were about to step inside, her phone rang again.

With a creased brow, she took the call.

The voice was urgent and familiar.

"Mila, come and save me..." Camila felt confused once more.

"Is that you, Forrest?" she asked tentatively.

“Yes, it's me... Come here, hurry..."

"Okay..."

The call abruptly ended before Camila could ask anything, leaving her staring at her phone in bewilderment.

“What's wrong?" Isaac inquired, noticing her troubled expression.

Why did she frown so tightly?

"It might be Forrest."

"It might?" Isaac didn't understand.

Camila nodded. "I'm not entirely sure, but it sounded like him."

“Why would he call you?" Isaac's frown deepened.

Forrest had invited Isaac for drinks the previous day, and today, he was reaching out to Camila.

What on earth did he want to do?

Camila couldn't help but wonder if Forrest's actions were spurred by any issues with Laura.

The background noise during their earlier call suggested he was in some kind of trouble.

Looking up, Camila expressed her concern, “Shall we go check on him?

Otherwise, I will be worried."