He liked it whenever Camila defended herself.

She resembled an aggravated feline.

She never hesitated to extend her claws to protect herself.

“ALL right. Let's say that Marlowe didn't mean to push Camila, but how can you be so sure that she intentionally hit your daughter? It's also possible that Camila didn't mean it, you know?" Isaac said slowly.

It was clear that he was siding with Camila.

Leland frowned.

“How could she have done it without meaning to?" Leland asked helplessly.

He did not think it was a mistake that Marlowe got slapped in the face. Unbeknownst to him, it was Marlowe who slapped her own face repeatedly in order to set Camila up.

If he found out about it, he would be furious for sure.

“Then, how can you be so confident that she did not intend to push me into the hole?"

Leland was sure he had the upper hand. But now it seemed it was the other way around.

No matter how he viewed it, it was his daughter who was at the short end of the stick.

"You're being unfair, Mr. Johnston."

This time, Leland dropped all respect he had for the younger man when he addressed him.

His impending argument with Isaac was evident from the direction the talk was taking.

Isaac had no intention of causing a rift in their working relationship, but he was not afraid to do so if it became necessary.

“I'm just protecting what's mine.”

He beckoned Camila over.

Camila obeyed and walked toward him.

She sat next to him.

Isaac was being unreasonable, in Leland's opinion.

Marlowe was his dear daughter.

Camila, on the other hand, was no one special.

“She may be pretty, but she's nobody. I don't see how she’s more important than my daughter."

Camila's heart sank in an instant. She and Marlowe were both daughters, but her father did not love her nearly as much as Leland did when it came to Marlowe.