"You should rest, considering your injury. Isaac and I will search for Alick," Forrest said, his tone reassuring yet firm.

Camila, her face drained of color, stood with a slight bend.

She was clearly in pain from her wounded shoulder.

“If you hear anything, please let me know," Camila rasped, her voice strained.

“Got it. I'll go get Annis," Forrest replied.

Camila nodded silently, her expression a mix of pain and determination.

Forrest turned and left the room swiftly.

Brent walked up and greeted her, "Madam."

Noticing the servant carrying a tray of food, Camila told Brent, "Please, let them take that to the dining room. I'll eat with everyone else."

"Okay," Brent replied, and the servant headed off to do as asked.

Camila took a seat beside Isaac.

“Why are you up so early?" Isaac asked with curiosity.

Camila winced as she touched her aching shoulder. “It hurts more when I lie down," she admitted softly.

Isaac nodded, looking concerned. "You should get it checked at the hospital later," he suggested.

Camila shook her head, smiling faintly. "No, thanks. Forrest did a good job with it."

“Let's eat!" she said, picking up some food. "Let me feed you."

Isaac was surprised by the offer.

He looked unhappy.

“We're together," Camila said, her smile warm and inviting. “Are you feeling a bit shy?"

Isaac sat there, taken aback by her question.