He didn't mean it that way.

The truth was he was a little jealous.

He was in a complicated relationship with Laura, and Willie was single.

Among the three of them, only Alick had a thriving lovelife.

"That bastard is so lucky," Forrest muttered bitterly.

Forrest's heart sank as he realized Alick would soon be the happiest person beside Isaac and Camila.

Despite always being preoccupied, Alick was now preparing for a joyous marriage - a stark contrast to Forrest's own situation.

He sighed heavily, acknowledging, "Well, he's getting married. I need to find him a meaningful wedding gift."

"You still have a conscience, it seems," remarked Camila, her words stinging Forrest unexpectedly.

Why did she have to cast him in such a harsh light?

Speechless, Forrest couldn't help but ask, “Do I usually have no conscience?"

"It's not like that, Forrest. You're just not very good..." Camila responded, her tone softening the blow slightly.

"Camila, how could you say that!" Forrest exclaimed.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything," Camila interjected hastily, attempting to smooth over the tension with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Forrest chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You'll pay for that remark. Maybe I'll recruit your youngest son as my daughter's future bodyguard."

Camila was taken aback.

Her son was like a prince; the notion of him becoming a mere bodyguard seemed absurd.

“Dream on," she retorted firmly. She had no desire for her son to be relegated to such a role.

But Eagle, overhearing the conversation, was puzzled.

Was being a bodyguard really so undesirable?