Camila suspected that Alick was keeping something important away from her. It made her assume that Isaac still didn't want to see her.

She wondered why Isaac would send someone to protect her instead of coming himself.

“Does he care whether I'm dead or alive? Does he?!"

Camila felt a wave of anger wash over her. Soon, her face contoured with rage.

Alick noticed the change and tried to quickly clarify, “No, you have it all wrong..."

“What did I misunderstand? Tell me, since you know it all!" Camila sneered and pressed on, “So he knew there was a chance that I would be in danger and harassed by the Johnston family, yet he didn't consider it important enough for him to come in person? And you're here trying to cover up lying for him. He just arrived there and can't come back now? How did he manage to get there, then? I guess you'll say that he didn't take a plane there. Perhaps he had to ride on a motorcycle to get there, right? Is that it?!"

Alick tried again and again to reason with her. "He was delayed by something. Actually, this morning, Mr. Johnston..."

“Please wait at the door since he asked you to come and protect me," Camila said, cutting off Alick's explanation.

She closed the door on his face.

She even Leaned against it.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

However, she wiped them away forcefully.

Alick remained stationed outside the door.

He contemplated knocking on the door, but he realized that Camila was still upset and angry. He didn't want to worsen the situation, so he chose not to disturb her any further.

He had brought other men with him.

Several of them were now strategically stationed outside the house to provide security.

Inside the room.

Camila's phone started ringing again

It was Travis who called this time, not Stevie.

“What do you want from me?" Camila asked coldly.

“I don't want anything. I just want to invite you to the old house for a chat," he replied.

"Are you crazy?" Camila yelled.

“You can ask your son or your mother if I'm insane," Travis retorted. Her body tensed up as she asked, “What did you just say? Repeat that again!"

“I didn't say anything. I just extended an invitation to your mother and son," Travis replied

Holding the phone tightly, Camila said in a firm tone, “If you lay aa single finger on them, you'll regret it!" “I have no intention of hurting them, but you must do as I say."