Drinking it would mean grave harm, possibly not death, but severe injury nonetheless.

She might have overlooked such acts before, but not this one.

She didn't rush to the director.

Instead, she turned to the surveillance footage.

The hospital was laced with cameras in every corner.

She headed straight to the security room, intent on finding the culprit.

She thought back to her last water break, focusing on that timeframe to speed up her search.

The screen was busy with people, but none seemed to tamper with her cup.

The lab was empty due to a meeting at ten that morning.

Suddenly, a figure popped up on the screen!

Camila fixed her gaze on the person appearing on the screen.

This guy glanced around, ensuring that he was alone in the office, then approached her table.

The security footage clearly showed him slipping something into her tea.

This sight made Camila's hands ball into fists, her expression turning stormy.

She turned to the security staff. "I need a copy of that video."

The security staff hesitated. "I can't just hand it over without the director's okay."

"Just hand it over. I'll tell the director later."

"But..."

"Everyone knows the director is retiring soon, and I'm up for his job. Don't I have some say in this?" Camila's tone hardened.

The security guy wavered, unsure.