"We're at home," Camila reminded him in a hushed tone.

Isaac gently held her chin and said, “I like how you stand up for yourself when you argue with others."

Camila blinked, asking, “You don't let Forrest call me Mila. Are you jealous?"

"I'm just teasing. Why would I be jealous? Only those who lack confidence get jealous," Isaac said, standing tall, looking rather smug.

Camila felt helpless.

She stood up.

Isaac asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have a date," she said with a faint smile. “Anyway, you won't get jealous, will you?"

Isaac was at a loss for words. He felt a mix of helplessness and amusement. "You really won't take a loss, will you?"

"I learned it from you. Haven't you heard from Forrest that I'm becoming more like you?" Camila replied with a smile.

"Okay." Isaac tugged at her clothes and confessed, “I'm jealous."

Camila finally sat down. Isaac raised his hand and gently touched the hair near her ear with his clean, full fingertips. In a low and serious tone, he said, “Mila, don't go out these days."

Camila turned to face him and asked, “Are you worried Tyrese will try something? But if he sues me again, I'll have to respond. Right now, the most important thing is to find out how Mr. Garland died."

“I'm looking for a forensic expert..."

"I've already asked Laura," Camila interrupted.

Isaac paused, looking at her calmly for a few seconds before asking, "Did she agree to help?"

"Yes." Camila nodded.

Isaac thought for a moment and then agreed, "Okay, I'll take your lead. Let's determine the cause of death first."

Then they would devise a plan. He had initially planned to bribe Tyrese with money to silence him. But Camila had her own approach.

He decided to follow her suggestion first.