After a moment of silent contention, Camila conceded, “Fine, I'll do it. But only if you arrange the paperwork and other stuff."

“You're agreeing?" Hyman's eyes widened, not expecting her to conceded right away.

Camila nodded. "Yes."

"Great. Now, I want you to think of who will replace you while I go and tell the patient the good news," Hyman said, his excitement apparent.

Camila couldn't help but smile as she shook her head, watching Hyman leave.

She had long decided who would replace her position.

There were many qualified and reputable doctors in the research institute.

It wouldn't be hard to find a replacement for her, and she was confident she would leave the job in good hands no matter who she chose.

Meanwhile, Forrest had a few drinks behind Isaac's back.

He acted very composed until Isaac left.

Then, he went to get some booze and drank to his heart's content.

Before long, he was so drunk that he dozed off on the couch of the private room.

The next morning, the waitress came over and called out to wake him, “Sir? Are you alright?"

As Forrest opened his eyes, his head throbbed, making him frown.

“What is it?" he asked groggily.

“It's almost nine o'clock in the morning, sir," the waitress replied.

Forrest took a deep breath.

" the waitress asked. “Do need some sir you water, Forrest shook his head. "No."

“Alright. Here's the bill, sir, if you want to pay now," the waitress politely said.

Forrest fished out a debit card from his wallet and handed it over.