She squatted down, picked up the pieces on the floor, and threw them into the trash bin.

All the bowls, forks, and knives on the table were put into the sink, and the ones that couldn't fit in were placed aside.

Then, after putting on an apron, she began to wash the dishes.

It was already midnight when Isaac came back.

Noticing that the light in the kitchen was still on, he walked over and saw Camila washing the dishes.

There were piles of bowls, plates, and silverware.

He walked in.

“It's so late. Why are you still cleaning up?"

Camila turned around to look at him and said, "Glenda is sick and has to stay at the hospital, and Mom has to take care of the children. I'm almost done anyway. You can go to bed."

"I'll help."

Isaac rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his muscular arms.

Camila was quick to stop him. “Don't worry about it. By the way, is Forrest okay?"

There was a beat of silence before Isaac answered. "Well, he's pretty tough. this time, he has probably given up completely.”

Camila felt relief at his words.

He reached out a hand to her.

With her elbow against him, Camila said, “I'll be done here soon. You don't need to stay. Go take a shower and sleep. I'll go upstairs as soon as I'm finished."

Isaac said, "I'll ask Willie to find two good servants to help at home tomorrow."

"Okay," replied Camila.

Not having Glenda around made managing things at home more difficult.

Isaac walked out of the kitchen, seemingly deep in thought. Then, he turned around and asked, "Hasn't Annis come back yet?"