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?"