She was even addressing him by his first name in the workplace!

This, along with a host of other reasons, was why Willie did not like Fidelia.

“This is pretty usual behavior for Mr. Johnston," he replied. Then he strode away before Fidelia could utter another word.

Still, the tenacious woman hurried after him. "Willie, wait up. Do you think he'll still be mad if I come in now?"

“You're free to try," the man replied with a sly smile.

He knew very well that Isaac was still on a full-blown rage. Anyone who stood in his way would definitely suffer.

To her credit, Fidelia was wise enough to recognize the danger. "I'd better wait a while Longer. I don't want to risk irritating him." “Smart," Willie snorted.

“I just don't want to make Isaac even more angry," Fidelia huffed before strutting away with her documents.

Isaac's foul mood lasted the entire day.

Even worse, he couldn't concentrate on his work and had even made a few bad decisions. Realizing the disastrous state he was in, he postponed the rest of the appointments he had and went home early.

Life in the villa was the same as always. Glenda had prepared the food according to his preferences, just as she always did.

The only difference was that Camila was no longer around.

Then again, she hadn't lived here that long.

Even so, Isaac still felt the void caused by her absence.

He had grown used to having her around.

He sighed and shook his head at himself, thinking he was being ridiculous.

“Mr. Johnston," Glenda said in a careful tone.

Isaac had been cranky ever since Camila had left, and Glenda had been walking on eggshells around him.

“What's the matter?" Isaac took off his coat and plopped on the sofa. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Get me a glass of water first."

Glenda did as she was told and was back with the glass of water in under a minute.

Isaac finished it in two large gulps.

As soon as he set the glass down, Glenda asked, "What should I do with the painting upstairs?"

ALL of Camila's belongings had been cleaned up and put away, except for that painting.

Isaac's expression shifted ever so slightly, but it was gone in the next second.

“Cover it up."