Once they were in the room, she demanded, “What happened exactly?"

Isaac lounged on the bed, watching her with a lazy smile. “Are you that worried?" he asked.

Camila couldn't decipher Isaac's emotions. His deep-seated resentment toward Robin was no secret, and given the circumstances, his indifferent response to Robin's death didn't surprise her. Yet, he was a relative. Could he truly feel nothing, not even sadness?

"Haven't you been wondering what I've been up to? Come here, and I'll tell you." He extended his hand to Camila.

With a moment of hesitation, Camila slowly walked over and placed her hand in his. Isaac clasped her hand firmly, tugging her into his embrace. Camila naturally settled onto his lap.