"No, nothing..." Camila stammered, her words faltering as she tried to regain her composure.

Forrest's gaze snagged on the crimson mark peeking out from Camila's neckline.

He arched an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air.

He knew.

Yet, he feigned ignorance.

“Don't worry about it," he said, his voice dripping with mock nonchalance. “But why so jumpy? You're practically stuttering. Feeling guilty about something, are we?"

Camila's tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth.

“What are you talking about?" she stammered, forcing a semblance of composure.

"Just stating the obvious," Forrest countered, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your cheeks are burning like embers."

Camila bit her lip, rendered speechless once more.

“Forrest, perhaps you have more pressing matters to attend to?" Isaac interjected, his voice laced with annoyance. “Would you mind terribly keeping your observations to yourself?"

Forrest shrugged, silencing himself with a theatrical cough. “Just a touch of jealousy, that's all."

Alick and Annis were happily married.

Camila and Isaac were also living a joyful life together.

He was the lone wolf, the only one left empty-handed.

It was not right.

Now, he did have a daughter.

It was just unfortunate that his daughter didn't have a mother.

"Willie is more miserable than you," Isaac commented suddenly.

Forrest chuckled.