It was rare for Ferris to see a hint of anxiety on Isaac's face. So, he grabbed the document that Isaac had handed to him and affixed his signature.

It was a transfer agreement. Meanwhile, Josiah also came to Faymoor.

He had just learned from Nelson that what Camila had gotten involved into was a very tricky situation, and he was the one who had gotten her into this.

With eyes narrowed, Nelson asked him, “How did the data get leaked? If Hammaslahti got the data, then they should've used it secretly to further their own research. Why did they have to announce it to the public and cause Camila so much trouble? Isaac and I can't visit her yet."

Josiah felt a pang guilt gnaw at his heart.

“It's all my fault. I gave the data to an unreliable man and resulted into this. He exposed it to the public without discussing it first with me for his own interests. Now, he has paid the price. Because this matter has such a great impact, his career is now over—"

“I don't care about him!" Nelson snapped as he seethed in rage. "We don't even know where Mila is. I'm really worried about her!"

“I know I made a big mistake, which is why I came here in a hurry. I'm worried about her as well."

“You can't help," Nelson told him flatly.

“It'd be better if you just go back."

As soon as he heard this, Josiah's face darkened. What did Nelson mean?

“I know I did something wrong, but does that mean I no longer have the right to make amends?"

Nelson let out a deep sigh and explained, “It's not Like that. I'm just afraid that Isaac will put all the blame on you once he sees you. He's rushing over here as we speak. I'm sure he must've found a way."

“I have to confirm that Camila's okay before I can leave," Josiah said. "I don't want to sit on my hands and do nothing. I know I can do something to help save her!"

Seeing that nothing he could say would dissuade Josiah, Nelson let out a resigned sigh and said, "Fine. If you insist, then I won't stop you You can stay in my house for the next few days.”

“I'm not here on vacation. I'm here to help. I'm sure Isaac is short of hands right now. His capable subordinate. What's his name? I can't seem to remember." Josiah cast his eyes downwards and racked his brain for that name. After a while, he recalled it. "Ah, Alick. He had a car accident and unfortunately became a vegetable. Such a tragic turn of events. He was so young and talented—"

“What did you say?" A shocked voice echoed from behind. When Josiah turned around, he saw the person standing by the door.

Annis rushed in, her question sharp and urgent, “Did you just say ALick is in a vegetative state now?"

Josiah was familiar with Annis.

She was the adopted child of his friend Nelson.

But her intense reaction puzzled him "You're talking about Alick? How do you know him?" Josiah asked.

Nelson turned his gaze to his daughter as well, confused. Her reaction was too strong. Did she have some undisclosed relationship with Alick?

Annis, clearly disconcerted, explained, “Alick and I became acquainted when I went to Isaac to locate my mother's grave."

“Oh, I see," Josiah replied, not giving it much thought.

But Nelson, who knew his daughter better, was certain that her emotional upheaval wasn't simply due to casual acquaintance with Alick. His little girl had grown up.