Instead of fleeing, however, Camila stood her ground.

She couldn't turn back time. What was done was done. Besides, how could she properly remedy the situation if she ran away?

The director's son strode toward them. "Who are you to my father he demanded. “What makes you think you can just decide on your own?"

“It was a critical time," Camila explained. “I couldn't afford to stop and consider other options, let alone ask for his family's permission."

"You are not even related to my father. You have no right to do what you did! If he comes out of this all right, then I shall thank you. But if anything happens to him, I assure you that you will pay for your misconduct!" He looked around angrily, like a feral dog. “Where is my father right now?"

“We just finished with the procedure. He has been sent to the ICU. I'm afraid you can't go and see him at the moment."

"What? ICU? Is it serious? What does that even mean?" The son's eyes were wide with panic.

Ernesto decided to step forward and intervene. "Please calm down. The operation was successful, but this period is the most crucial. He needs to pull through before we can put him in the clear."

“Fine. I'll just trust your words for the time being," the director's son said indifferently.

Most of the hospital staff were familiar with the director's son, and they all joined in to reassure him that Camila had done the right thing.

Everyone knew she would never hurt the director. She might have been remiss in informing his family, but she was pressed for time. She needed to save the director's life.

The hospital staff kept reassuring the director's son, and they were eventually able to placate him.

Hyman sidled up next to Camila and whispered, “The hospital had to contact his family. We can't keep this kind of thing from them."

She knew that, of course, which was why she didn't blame anyone for the tense predicament they were in.

Camila could openly admit that the patient's family had every right to be displeased with her. She understood their position.

"You're probably exhausted from the surgery," Ernesto said to her.

"You should head home and get some rest. I already told the nurses in the ICU to call me if anything happens."

"Thank you so much," Camila replied in sincere gratitude. She took out her phone and handed it to him. “Give me your number. Keep me in the loop."

“Sure thing."

After exchanging contact details, Camila turned to Hyman. "I won't be going back to the research institute today. Call me if something pops up."