“I'm not sure yet," Ernesto said earnestly. “His family is causing a commotion in the hospital, particularly his son. The whole place is in chaos!"

"I understand. Return to the hospital and ensure no one interferes with his body. I'll find a trustworthy forensic expert to conduct an examination," Camila instructed.

Ernesto paused before replying, “Isn't that something the family usually arranges?"

Camila believed Tyrese surely wouldn't agree with the forensic analysis.

After all, she had been the one adamant about performing the surgery.

To absolve herself from blame, the hospital had recorded her expressing her willingness to proceed with the operation.

She knew she had to face the consequences.

So, when the truth came out, she knew Tyrese would not let her off the hook easily!

Now, she needed to determine the cause of death!

If the surgery was to blame, she was prepared to accept the consequences.

If not, the situation would change.

“Alright, I'll head back now and make sure no one could do anything to the body without permission," Ernesto said as he got up to leave.

Camila asked her driver to take him.

She then settled into the sofa, pondering deeply. The only person she truly trusted and considered capable was Laura.

She would only feel relieved once Laura had examined the body.

After a brief hesitation, she took out her phone and pulled up a recent contact. She sent a message, “Laura, I hate to disrupt your peace, but I'm in a bind. You're the only one I trust and think can help me. Please respond when you see this."

After tapping out the message, Camila set her phone down on the table, her gaze lingering on the screen with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

Each passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity as she waited for a response that never came.

She glanced at the phone from time to time.

But the screen didn't illuminate indicating a reply.