With a sigh, she muttered, "Just head home."

Eagle peeked at Camila through the mirror, clocking her frustration, and silently drove on.

Back home, Camila immediately asked, "Is Isaac Johnston back yet?"

"Not yet," Rowena replied, eyeing her daughter. "You calling him by his full name now?"

Camila was at a loss.

She was freaking out!

Isaac was unreachable, and she was growing more and more concerned.

But she kept her cool and told Rowena, “There's no need to feel surprised at such a minor matter. I just said it casually. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Rowena chuckled. "But you usually call him Isaac. If you're tired of that, why not call him honey or something? Maybe he will be happy."

Camila scooped Bowen from Rowena's arms.

Rowena gave her a friendly tap and remarked, "You skipped hand-washing when you got back. Your hands could be swarming with bacteria."

Quick as a flash, Camila playfully squeezed the baby's cheeks and shot back, "My hands are squeaky clean, Mom. And by the way, do you really think he will like it when I call him honey?"

Rowena blinked. “Every man will be happy to hear that."

Camila shook her head. "I don't think so. It's so embarrassing for me to do so, and I'm afraid he's already too old to be addressed in that way."

Speechless, Rowena just stared.

Camila grinned.

Rowena soon realized that Camila was just joking, but she still said seriously, "Don't say that. He isn't old at all. If he hears it, he will be sad..."

"Huh? Who's old? Who will be sad?"

Isaac barged in.

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Camila spun around.