Isaac was reclined on the bed, observing her. "Don't fret about it. Just head out."

Camila paused, a question in her eyes. “Do you think they've come around to feeling remorse?"

"Possibly," he mused. A hint of satisfaction entered Camila's tone.

“It's a step forward that they're open to dialogue," she acknowledged, her nod subtle yet certain.

Camila's intentions were to save Kameron instead of harming him.

What was more, Kameron's family even sued her.

It was not hard to imagine how sad she had been feeling these days.

With the tide now turning in her favor, relief washed over her.

Camila readied herself and headed for the door, only to be met by Isaac's concerned expression.

“How about breakfast before you go?"

"I'd rather not risk being late," Camila responded.

He queried, "When do you need to be there?"

"By nine," she answered.

Isaac, a little taken aback, pointed out, "It's barely eight. Breakfast won't set you back."

Yet Camila found herself ushered to the table by Isaac, her departure contingent on finishing her meal.

When she reached the cafe, the clock had just pushed past nine.

She was behind schedule.

The one who had requested her presence was already there.

Camila straightened her attire and approached.

The conversation took an unexpected turn. They were willing to retract the lawsuit but on the condition that she release Tyrese.