Leaning back in his chair, Isaac calmly stated, "You won't leave without my permission."

Tyrese spun around, his anger palpable. “What is it that you want? I won't back down. Even if you threaten me, or worse, my father's death won't be ignored. If I forgive her, I'd fail as his son, wouldn't I?"

Isaac raised an eyebrow, noting Tyrese's unwavering loyalty.

"Your father's death has nothing to do with Camila," Isaac countered evenly.

Enraged, Tyrese retorted, “Then who is responsible, if not her?"

Isaac looked unhappy.

He disliked short—tempered people!

"There's been a case filed by the police. Your father was murdered."

Tyrese doubted this completely. "You're just trying to blame someone else for your wife's actions, aren't you? Do you really think I'll fall for such absurd accusations? Am I that foolish and gullible?"

Isaac really wished he could say that he wasn't very clever.

He didn't want to engage with someone like that.

That person couldn't even think clearly.

How did someone like that get a job at a big company?

From what he knew, Tyrese worked at one of the top 100 businesses.

With such a small mind?

How did he manage to keep his job?

Alick arrived with a police officer.

He was leading this case.

Tyrese felt a bit scared. "Even if you called the police, it's still your fault. I'm not scared of you."

Alick gave him a cold look and said, "Listen to what this police officer has to say first. If you still think Camila is the murderer after that, go ahead.”