Camila dragged herself from bed and made her way to the door. With every ounce of her strength, she knocked on the door.

Glenda paced in the Living room anxiously.

Camila had not eaten or drunk anything in three days, and it worried her.

She stopped pacing when she heard thudding sounds.

The noise alerted Glenda, and she hurriedly headed toward the second floor. With a disturbed expression on her face, she stated, "I'll call Mr. Johnston and try to convince hin.."

"No, call Forrest instead." Camila then proceeded to recite Forrest's contact number. "Tell him about my current situation." Camila sat immobile by the door, unable to move anymore. She Looked like she was suffering from a critical illness, given how frail her appearance was. Isaac would definitely not give in to her pleading.

Perhaps Forrest would be able to rescue her.

He was her only hope now.

“I'LL call him right away."

Glenda was really worried. At this rate, Camila might really die. Following Camila's instructions, she headed downstairs and called the number Camila provided.

Soon, the call connected.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Camila asked me to call you. She's been locked up in her room for three days without any water or food."

Forrest's eyes widened.

Camile was pregnant. It was unhealthy for her to go without food and water.

“Where is she Locked up?" Forrest asked hurriedly.

“In the villa."

Forrest ended the call before she could finish her words.

It was because he already knew where Isaac Lived.

Glenda put the phone down and started walking back and forth, anxiously awaiting Forrest's arrival.

Half an hour later, she heard a knock on the front door.

She immediately went to open it.

“Where is she?" Forrest questioned anxiously.

“On the second floor.”

The man hastily made his way to the second floor.