“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.

deeply to steady his nerves. He had

He handed a card to

at it

from the painting’s sale,”

took it without thinking too

it to buy anything you want.” Unbeknownst to Camila, the money in it included more than the sale

would not need to work for the rest of her

shrugged. Isaac told her he could buy anything she wanted, so that

haven’t eaten

food on the

move to get

up and asking,

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