"No. She seldom comes here. Willie is the one who usually does, and he's always with Mr. Johnston."

Camila nodded, but she did not seem too happy with Glenda's answer.

“Why do you ask?" Glenda winked and added, "Is it because she's a woman? Mrs. Johnston, are you jealous?"

Camila was stunned. She frowned at Glenda as if what the latter had said was embarrassing.

“Glenda...”

Glenda chuckled.

“Fine. I won't make fun of you anymore." Feeling a little hungry, Camila walked over to the fridge and looked for something to eat. Then, to kill time, she watched TV in the Living room.

Isaac promised he would come home early. But it was already Late in the evening, and he still had not returned.

It was not until the next morning that Camila saw Isaac.

“What time did you come home last night?" she curiously asked.

“Late. Something came up," Isaac briefly explained.

Camila did not ask anything more. He was free to do what he wanted anyway.

At this moment, the two of them ate breakfast in silence.

They both seemed to have something to say but did not know how to start.

“You...”

“Tr...”

Camila and Isaac spoke at the same time.

"You go first," the Latter urged.

“Have you found out who hit Aldrin? My father kept asking me." She did not want Marvin to come to her for this matter again.

“Wynter hasn't told me yet," Isaac answered.

Camila nodded in understanding. She brought a spoonful of porridge into her mouth and remembered something.

“By the way, what did you want to say?"

Suddenly, Isaac clenched his napkin, and a nervous look flashed across his face.

Camila rarely saw him like this.

The reason Isaac had come home late last night was that he did today's work in advance. He planned to be with her today