“How is it possible for Isaac to forget about Camila in just a few days? They had a child together. He can't just simply forget about Camila after being sad for a few days. It would be too heartless of him to do so."

“I'm using a figure of speech," Willie pointed out. Willie felt an urge to roll his eyes in frustration.

Why did Aldrin have such a poor grasp of the situation?

Aldrin gave Willie a look as if he thought he were an idiot. "Do you really think Rowena can handle the pain? If you don't want Rowena to be sad in front of Isaac, then perhaps it's better to keep her away from him altogether. The pain of losing a loved one lasts a lifetime and it's not something that can be easily brushed aside."

Aldrin paused before continuing, "It's not realistic to expect Rowena to never see Isaac again as she is currently responsible for taking care of Joe. It's important for her to face the pain and allow herself to fully grieve. It's not healthy to suppress emotions and pretend everything is okay."

After a brief moment of silence, Willie chuckled and remarked, "I'm impressed by your maturity and wise words at such a young age.”

"I mean if we can't keep it a secret, then let's grieve together."

72 hours later.

Willie had transformed the mountain villa into a luxurious palace, where the atmosphere was cool and refreshing.

Entering the villa, one would instantly feel as if they were transported to the Arctic, surrounded by ice and snow.

Willie was familiar with Isaac. He had arranged the place according to Isaac's preference.

Isaac found no fault with him.

Many incidents had occurred in the last 72 hours.

Rowena had been informed of Camila's death.

She had cried and fainted many times.

She was currently hospitalized and had not eaten or drunk anything in the last two days, causing her to lose a significant amount of weight.

On the day Aldrin had hung up on her, Laura had come to see him out of concern that he might do something rash.

That was how she got to know about Camila's passing.

Isaac had been silent and hadn't taken any water for the past three days.

It was the day of the funeral.

It looked like, at least.

Only a few close acquaintances of Camila had attended the gathering, which could hardly be called a funeral.

However, Isaac did not allow them to see Camila's body.

They stood at a distance, gazing at the frigid casket and mourning silently.

The room was filled with an eerie silence, except for the muffled sobs of Laura. Laura was the only female present in the room