She found herself at a loss for words.

“I don't think I'm ready for..."

“Don't be quick to dismiss the idea. Take some time to ponder over it." Pouring her a glass of water, the director continued, “The vice director was the obvious successor, but then he..."

His face broke into a smile.

“Luckily, events unfolded in such a way that his true nature came to light. It would have been catastrophic to have him leading the research center."

Camila chose to stay silent, sipping her water.

Old chapters should be closed.

Clutching onto the past served no purpose.

“If you reach a decision, feel free to reach out at any hour," the director offered sincerely.

"Your offer is kind, I'll give it some thought," Camila responded.

"Don't undersell yourself. Despite your youth, you've demonstrated immense potential and talent. I want you to take my job for the sake of the medical progress of our country." The director hadn't found a suitable individual who could take the helm of the research center.

Camila, despite her young age, had experienced a lot.

After lunch, she picked up some fruit and headed to the hospital.

Aldrin's recovery was progressing well.

His face lit up upon seeing her.

“I was starting to believe you'd forgotten your brother," he jokingly reproached.

“Maybe I shouldn't have saved you, so I wouldn't have to endure your complaints," Camila replied, peeling a banana for him.

Aldrin chuckled.

"I'm just kidding. Don't take it to heart."

“When did the doctor say you could be discharged?" she asked, pulling up a chair to sit beside him.