They made their way to the hotel's restaurant.

During the meal, Coralie excused herself to use the restroom.

Camila took the opportunity to ask, “When did the Hammaslahti Research Center publish the article?"

Her colleague responded, “Didn't you check your phone?"

Camila hadn't bothered to look.

“We found out only when we received the phone call. Madeline is renowned as the world's leading heart research center, but now Hammaslahti has beaten us to the punch! Isn't that a joke? Madeline's reputation will be tarnished!"

"Yes," said Camila, lowering her head. She never anticipated that Hammaslahti would unveil the findings with such haste, catching her off guard.

She had assumed they would capitalize on the data for further investigation.

But they only disappointed her. It mattered little whether they were hailed as the greatest heart research facility on Earth or not. What truly mattered was the potential of the total artificial heart to save more lives.

She refused to let medical advancements in her country fall behind those of foreign nations.

Despite knowing that Isaac held shares in Madeline, she took the risk of taking the data, hoping to utilize it for their own research and create their very own artificial heart.

Even if Isaac would secure a lower price for the artificial heart, it would still remain unaffordable.

Without the technology of their own, they would always be subject to the control of others.

If they had their own technology, they would never be under the thumb of external influences.

However, revealing the research findings at this point in time would only fuel defensiveness from foreign countries toward Azmar's medical treatments.

It seemed that there were only drawbacks and no benefits to making the information public.

A deep sigh escaped her Lips, betraying her disappointment.

Her colleague noticed her distress and inquired, "What's the matter?" "Nothing," Camila replied, masking her true emotions.

Coralie returned to the table and took her seat.

“Why aren't you eating?" she asked.

“We've been waiting for you," her colleague answered.

“Just go ahead and eat," Coralie urged, delving into her meal.

“Coralie, you can even use Azmar's chopsticks." Her colleague felt amazed.

Coralie chuckled. "It's not that difficult. Since we're in Azmar, we should embrace their customs."

A waiter arrived with a cup of coffee, perplexing the colleague.