“Roger that." Hyman nodded.

Then Camila turned to look at the director's son, who was now surrounded by several people. They were all speaking up for her.

A wave of relief washed over her. No matter what happened with the director's condition, she could take comfort in the knowledge that she had earned recognition from her colleagues.

Camila turned away and walked out of the hospital.

Eagle was already waiting for her by the car, and he opened the door to the backseat as soon as he caught sight of her.

"Let's go home," Camila said as she slid into the vehicle.

Eagle nodded and took his place behind the wheel.

Ernesto was right-she was exhausted. She slumped against the seat and closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, Laura and Morrison got married.

No wedding ceremony was held, they simply invited their family and close friends to an intimate dinner affair.

Several tables were laid out for the feast. Up ahead sat Laura in a red dress, and beside her was Morrison in his military uniform.

Just like that, with everyone's blessing, they became husband and wife.

Later, on their wedding night, Morrison took out a box and offered it to Laura. She opened it and gasped in shock at its contents.

She gazed at Morrison with wide eyes and said, "What's happening?"

Morrison responded, "I understand it took a lot for you to marry me."

And I know it's not out of love, but perhaps gratitude or obligation.

"Am I right? But regardless, I'm content. I might not be wealthy, and I can't offer luxuries, but I'm willing to share everything I have with you."

Looking at Laura, he continued, “My dad was also a policeman. He passed away when I was just 12 years old. Mom never remarried. She raised me all by herself. Sadly, she died because of gastric cancer when I turned 24 years old. This house, our family home, has been with me since I was a kid. I wanted you to have it, so I put your name on the property deed."

With a smile, he grabbed the yellow card from the box, saying, “This holds what my parents saved up, eighty-thousand." He then picked up another card, stating, “And here's my wage card, two-hundred and sixty thousand. I'm not a big spender, so I've managed to save most of my salary."

Laura looked into the box, discovering two bank cards and one deed to the house. They were simple but valuable, with a weighty presence.