"Do you still consider me a friend? You don't even invite me to dinner," Forrest complained.

He made himself at home and asked Glenda for some cutlery.

Isaac murmured, "If you're here to dine, you're welcome. But if you're here to stir up trouble, you should leave."

Forrest glanced at the table and noticed the tense atmosphere.

It was clear everyone was not pleased with his arrival.

At that moment, he felt like the villain, unwelcome and uncomfortable.

He fought back his unease and offered a smile. "I'm just here for dinner."

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

Laura's expression remained unchanged throughout. It was Morrison who got up, leaned forward, and extended his hand. “We meet again. I'm Morrison Armstrong."

Forrest rose to meet him and they shook hands. “Forrest Walters," he introduced himself with a smile. "I'm here today to congratulate you."

"Thank you," Morrison responded warmly.

Forrest turned to Laura. "I hear you're leaving soon. I just wanted to wish you happiness."

Laura smiled in response. "I will be happy."

Morrison placed his hand on Laura's shoulder. "I'll take good care of her. You don't need to worry."

“I'm sure you will." Forrest shrugged nonchalantly. “Since I'm clearly not welcome, I'll leave you be. I've said my piece. You can keep enjoying your meal. Have a good one."

He got up and began to walk away.

Camila, who had remained standing, said, “Let me walk you out."

She followed him to the door.

“It's okay here. Just go back. Your guests are still waiting for you."

Forrest paused and turned slightly. "My visit today was a Letdown, wasn't it?"