Raising her gaze, she saw Josiah holding the empty syringe in his hand!

As she sent the message, Josiah seized the opportunity to inject the medicine.

"I can only help you and stop feeling sorry for you if I do something for you."

He had already injected it!

Camila's voice caught in her throat; it was too late to voice her objections.

“This time only, but beware, next time I won't stand this!" Camila said, her tone a mixture of gratitude and determination.

She disliked being indebted to others, even if the situation arose due to Josiah's actions.

Despite his fault, she recognized his well-intentioned heart.

Josiah nodded, offering a smile.

"Alright, in order to develop this medicine, you've been pushing yourself without rest. You should return and get some much-needed sleep. If any issues arise, we'll call you immediately.”

Rubbing her sore arms, Camila replied softly, "Okay."

Her time spent in the lab had exceeded ten grueling hours, her eyes fixated on the data until they blurred. Rest was desperately needed.

She also had to return to check on Joe.

Rowena and Glenda had been tirelessly caring for him, ensuring his fever didn't escalate.

Joe's condition remained worrisome, with the rashes on his skin worsening by the day.

Camila's concern for him was overwhelming.

Her schedule had been packed throughout this time.

Amidst the busyness, she found solace in the secure residence Isaac had arranged.

Safety was no longer a constant worry, saving her from exhaustion.

These past few days had taken a toll on Camila, evident in her weight loss.