Meanwhile, Camila was online, searching for a reputable eye doctor.

She was unfamiliar with many domestic specialists, so she was gathering more information through the Internet.

She had just made a post on the forum, providing a rough outline of Isaac's condition.

Quickly, her post garnered numerous responses from a variety of top-notch doctors across different specialties, all active in this medical forum.

Admittedly, her knowledge of ophthalmology was limited, which piqued her curiosity to learn more.

Suddenly, a cracking sound interrupted her thoughts.

The door burst open, and she instinctively looked up.

Forrest was standing there, a look of surprise briefly crossing his face.

“Sorry, I forgot," he mumbled awkwardly. It seemed he had not yet come to terms with the fact that Camila and her family had taken over what used to be his space.

“What's going on?" Camila asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Forrest regained his composure and stepped inside. “I just wanted to let you know that I've arranged for the guys Willie called to stay around and keep an eye on things. It's secure here. You don't have to worry," he reassured.

"I know it's safe with you and Eagle here, but I can't help worrying about Isaac," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern.

Forrest pulled up a chair and sat down across from her. "Do you need me to head over there and check things out?" he offered.

“Isaac hadn't asked for such measures. Maybe he wants you to stay here. Better not to leave. He'd worry about us if you did," she reasoned.

“Why are you being so thoughtful all of a sudden?" Forrest asked, a hint of jest in his tone.

Camila rolled her eyes at him.

Joking was the last thing on her mind.

Isaac rushed off without a word of explanation.

So she was left in the dark, clueless about the situation.

Her concern for him grew with each passing minute.