"No," Isaac replied.

“Great! I prepared a lot of food for Mrs. Johnston today. Feel free to join her for Lunch," Glenda chirped.

Then, she left.

She even closed the door behind her.

Indifferently eyeing Camila, Isaac sat down on the bed and asked, "Do you hate seeing me that much?"

Camila sipped the soup silently, her head bowed over the bowl.

It was like Isaac was conversing with a rock.

He inhaled deeply to steady his nerves. He had to be patient when it came to Camila.

“Here you go." He handed a card to Camila.

Camila just looked at it and questioned, “What is this?"

“Proceeds from the painting's sale," Isaac replied.

Camila took it without thinking too much.

“You can use it to buy anything you want." Unbeknownst to Camila, the money in it included more than the sale of the painting.

With this card, she would not need to work for the rest of her life to maintain her current standard of living.

Camila shrugged. Isaac told her he could buy anything she wanted, so that was what she was going to do.

"I haven't eaten yet," Isaac stated.

“There's food on the table."

Isaac did not move to get it.

Camila blinked before Looking up and asking, “Are you going to eat my food?"

Before Isaac could even respond, she flatly refused, saying, "My saliva is already mixed in it.”

"I don't mind," Isaac said.

Camila stared at him in surprise.

Her mouth nearly dropped open

Was this the Isaac she knew?

When did he lose his sense of decency?