It was undeniable-Isaac seemed to have everything going for him.

“Life's just not fair," Forrest muttered bitterly.

They were all human, yet his own existence felt mundane compared to Isaac's charmed life.

Meanwhile, Isaac, who had dozed off for a brief moment, was jolted awake by the sound of his ringing phone.

Mindful not to disturb Camila, he slipped out of bed to take the call.

Upon answering, he was met with Forrest's drunken voice on the other end.

“Isaac, I'm at your doorstep," Forrest slurred.

Isaac's expression darkened at the untimely call. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" he snapped.

“What time is it?" Forrest's voice crackled over the Line.

Isaac was left speechless, his frustration mounting.

He ended the call and powered off his phone, returning to bed with Camila in his arms.

It wasn't until eight o'clock the next morning that Isaac stirred awake.

Dismissing the previous night's phone call as drunken rambling, he focused on the present.

“Have some more to eat. You didn't have dinner last night," Isaac urged Camila, offering her a fried egg from his plate.

"I can't eat anymore. Even if you give it to me, I won't be able to finish it," Camila replied weakly, pushing the egg back onto Isaac's plate.

Reluctantly, Isaac finished the ruined egg himself.

“Let me drive you to the hospital today," he decided.

“Okay," Camila agreed.

After breakfast, they stepped outside, only to find two people lying at their doorstep!

Two individuals lay sprawled, appearing disheveled and haphazardly positioned by the door.