Willie asked, "What is it that you want to say?"

“Isaac is deeply grieving over the loss of Camila, and if we tell him that the person responsible for her death has escaped and gone unpunished, it might motivate him to seek revenge."

Willie pondered over the idea for a while

He concluded that it might be their only option. Even Joe had been unable to get Isaac's attention, so their only resort was to provoke him to action by stirring up his hatred for Travis

Willie thought that the plan seemed like it could work.

He stated that he would return with Joe first. After that, they would release Travis.

“Hold on!" Alick stopped him and cautioned, "Don't be in a rush to release Travis. It wouldn't be advantageous if he got out of reach. We need to make some arrangements first. He's still in a coma, isn't he?"

"Yes, that's right. Once one has been hit with the anesthetic gun, he'll be out for more than ten hours," Willie answered.

“Increase the dosage to ensure he falls into a deeper sleep. We could also insert a tracking device into his body to keep tabs on his whereabouts, for good measure."

After gazing at Alick for a few seconds, Willie exclaimed, "That's a brilliant idea! let me handle this." He wanted to be the one who did it.

“It's crucial that the tracker isn't discovered by him, otherwise he'll remove it," Alick warned.

“Sure thing. I'll take care of it immediately," Willie replied confidently.

Joe was too feeble to weep. All he could manage was soft sobs as Willie carried him.

Due to Willie's Lack of experience in taking care of babies, he had no other option but to bring Joe back and entrust him to the care of Rowena and Glenda.

Once they Left, Alick remained outside the operating room, consumed by his anxiety.

He rested his weight against the wall.

He was mentally willing for Willie to hurry.

He was in a difficult situation.

“ALick."

It was Isaac's voice and the way it had echoed jolted him out of his thoughts.

Alick was taken aback.

At first, he believed he had misheard the voice. He thought it was just his imagination.

He cautiously stepped inside the room and positioned himself by the door and tentatively called, "Mr. Johnston..."

“Locate a suitable storage facility for the body that has favorable conditions in terms of location and environment. If a suitable place cannot be found, one should be constructed,” Issac said in a monotone.

Alick was too stunned to speak. He couldn't even grasp what Isaac was asking for.