He must have gotten a call as well. He would not have been home so early otherwise.

He had been coming home very late for the past several days

Camila knew it was because he was avoiding her.

Isaac's tone was cold when he asked, “You got the call?"

Camila nodded. "Yes."

“Let's go."

He then turned around and went ahead.

Camila opted for the back seat when she got into the car.

Isaac did not comment on it.

He drove the car in complete silence.

When they arrived, the servants in the house had just finished setting the table with a variety of delicious foods.

Robin beckoned them inside. "Come here, you two."

Both Isaac and Camila walked over and took a seat.

"It's been a while since I last saw you two, so I asked you to come here. Come on, let's eat." Robin then turned to Camila.

“How are you, dear?"

“I'm fine," Camila replied.

“That's good to hear. Go on, eat up."

Camila Lowered her head and started eating.

The dinner was insipid, in her opinion.

As a result, she hardly ate anything.

Suddenly, Isaac got to his feet and declared, "I'm done, Grandpa. Don't mind me. Take your time to eat."

With that, he walked out of the dining room.

Robin quickly realized that something had happened between Isaac and Camila.

Once Isaac was out of earshot, he asked, “Did you two fight?"

Camila did not bother denying it.