The old Forrest was so composed, but now, the man in front of him was talking so much non-stop, just like a chatterbox.

Forrest sighed, "People change all the time."

Isaac said nothing.

He turned to look at Camila who was far away.

She was picking something.

But from this distance, he couldn't see what it was.

Isaac stood up.

Forrest quickly stopped him. "What are you doing? Can't you leave her to herself even for a second? You've been married for so long, but you're still so clingy."

Isaac glanced at him and said, “And you're much more annoying than you used to be."

Forrest said casually, "You're all happy now. Meanwhile, the only thing I can do is talk."

He stood up as well. "If you leave, I'd be bored here by myself. I'll go with you and see what Mila is up to."

The nickname irritated Isaac.

"Can you call her differently?"

"No."

Forrest shook his head, grinning.

He knew what his little nickname would do to Isaac, and it had the desired effect.

Right now, if it were up to Isaac, he would have kicked Forrest into the lake.

But he decided to control his temper.

Forrest then took the opportunity to run to Camila first. “Mila, what are you plucking over there?"

Turning around and seeing him, Camila said, "Raspberries."