Chapter 9

The director sighed and watched her leave dejectedly.

Despite her heavy heart, Camila went back to work. After successfully completing two surgeries, she was exhausted. She

washed her hands, took off her blue scrubs, and sank onto the nearest chair to get some rest. Just then, Debora passed by.

“Dr. Haynes,” she greeted with a smile. “Let me treat you to dinner.”

I'm afraid I’m not available tonight,” Camila refused politely. The relationship between her and Debora was professional at best.

To put it simply, the two were just colleagues that had graduated from the same medical school.

Also, they were from the same batch.

But Debora was quite the character. She was very competitive and ambitious, always showing off to get everyone’s attention.

On the other hand, Camila Liked to be low-key.

The two didn’t mesh well together, that was all. So they didn’t become good friends.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Actually, there was something | wanted to tell you,” Debora said, Looking a little embarrassed.

Without looking at Debora, Camila spoke. “Go ahead.” For some reason, after finding out that Debora had something to do with

Isaac, Camila had a gut feeling to stay away from her.

“You must've heard the news. I’m really sorry. | didn’t know that the director would—”

“It's okay, don’t worry about it.” Not wanting to hear it, Camila cut Debora off mid-sentence.

But Debora wasn’t done yet. She Lowered her eyes and looked away awkwardly. “So can you keep it a secret that you took my

shift last night? Since I’m going to the Military Central Hospital for the internship, | don’t want to get into any trouble.”

Her Line of reasoning was a little farfetched.

But Camila wasn’t surprised to hear this from her.

“Don’t worry. | won’t tell a soul.”

It wasn’t uncommon for doctors to cover shifts for colleagues.

After all, doctors still had Lives of their own.

Outside the hospital, it was getting dark.

The street Lights came on one by one.

A black Luxury car was parked at the gate. Forrest was inside, boasting proudly, “My junior was great, wasn’t she?”

Isaac was sitting next to him, leaning back lazily. Thinking of Camila’s calmness and agility when she dealt with his wounds, even

he had to admit that she was quite skilled.

“Mr. Johnston, Miss Griffith is coming,” Willie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, announced.

Isaac lowered the window.