“No,” Isaac replied.

“Great! I prepared a lot of food for Mrs. Johnston today. Feel free to join her for Lunch,” Glenda chirped.

Then, she left.

She even closed the door behind her.

Indifferently eyeing Camila, Isaac sat down on the bed and asked, “Do you hate seeing me that much?”

Camila sipped the soup silently, her head bowed over the bowl.

It was like Isaac was conversing with a rock.

He had to be patient when it came to

handed a card to

it and

the painting’s

took it without thinking too

Camila, the money

would not need to work for the rest of her life to maintain

anything she wanted, so that was what she was going to

eaten

on

did not move

blinked before Looking up and asking, “Are you going to eat my

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