Glenda muttered an acknowledgment and was about to go upstairs when Isaac spoke again.

“Forget it." He shot up to his feet.

“I'll handle it myself."

Moments Later, he was on the second floor, staring at the painting

He had to admit that the painter had excellent painting skills. Camila's likeness was so accurate, not only in appearance, but also her overall vibe, that Isaac felt as though she was really in front of him. The days passed, and soon, it was Friday.