Forrest quickly relayed, “Isaac is safe with us. Be cautious, as those individuals are armed. Hold on, I'll pass the phone to Isaac."

Isaac let him tell Alick that the couple who rescued him were there as well.

But Forrest didn't know what exactly Isaac was talking about.

He just handed the phone to Isaac and said, “It's Alick. He's already brought someone there. Just tell him what you want him to do."

Camila retrieved the phone from Forrest's hand and placed it in Isaac's grasp.

Forrest's expression darkened.

He turned around.

Forrest couldn't bear to see Isaac in this state.

He remembered how proud and capable Isaac was in his career, handling everything easily.

Now unable to see, Isaac struggled even to grasp the phone accurately.

Forrest refrained from asking Isaac about his eyes, fearing it would make him uncomfortable.

Forrest signaled Camila discreetly to step out of the car.

As Isaac was talking on the phone, Camila seized the opportunity to excuse herself, claiming she needed to use the restroom.

Forrest pulled her aside and suggested, “Why don't you accompany Isaac back? I'll arrange for someone to pick you up.”

Camila shook her head, knowing Isaac's temperament too well. "He won't rest easy until he hears from Alick."

“But can his eye condition afford a delay?" Forrest voiced his concern, aware that the longer it remained untreated, the more severe it might become.

Camila reassured him, “Let's tend to the wound on his neck first. Once we've settled somewhere, I'll broach the topic with him."

It was clear that rushing the matter would not be wise; it needed careful handling.

After a moment of contemplation, Forrest acquiesced with a nod. "Okay."

"It's all set," Willie announced as he finished refueling the car.