Deciding to let him be, she shrugged it off.

She had already secured the money anyway.

She hadn't lost out on anything.

With that, she turned and walked away.

In the next room, Laura was tending to an injured man's wounds.

“Don't worry about me. It's late, and you didn't have to come." With a hint of paleness on his lips, Morrison Armstrong suggested, “You can go now."

Laura put away the medicine and advised, "Be more cautious next time. Luckily, this wound won't be the death of you."

"Understood."

Laura got to her feet and said, "Get some rest. I'm heading out now but I'll be back tomorrow."

“Sure.”

Morrison had been a friend of a former colleague of hers.

She ended up here because a friend of her colleague helped her land a stable job.

Holding the medicine box, she left the room, carefully closing the door behind her.

Once outside, she noticed someone lying in the corridor.

She preferred to steer clear of any trouble.

But as she got closer, to her shock, it was Forrest!

She froze for a moment, then quickly moved on, choosing to ignore him.

"Laura..."

Forrest was clearly drunk, softly calling out her name over and over.

Laura, fists balled in determination, waited by the elevator, which arrived with a soft ding.