“If you won't let me do it, I'll find a way myself," Laura interrupted, her voice trembling with steely resolve.

Faced with her unwavering determination, the higher-ups reluctantly acquiesced.

After all, they were also afraid that she would do something impulsively if they rejected her. In fact, Laura really harbored the idea that she would perish together with her enemies one day.

Death held no fear; it was life's suffocating pain that truly terrified her.

However, before embarking on this dangerous mission, intensive training was mandatory.

Laura, fueled by her unwavering resolve, aced the program within a fortnight.

The day before her undercover mission, she sent a message to Camila.

“No regrets, no fear. My only worry is my child. Please take care of her. Promise me."

Camila's reply was immediate, "I will. Don't worry."

"That's all I needed. Goodbye."

As the message flickered on the screen, a sense of unease settled over Camila.

An impulse tugged at her, urging her to reach out, to inquire about Laura's situation.

But the intrusive sound of the door opening stole her attention.

Camila lifted her gaze from her phone as she noticed Isaac being assisted by Willie.

Hastening to his side, she embraced him eagerly, her concern evident in her voice as she inquired, “What did the doctor say?"

Willie reassured her, "The doctor mentioned he's healing well."

Relief washed over Camila, her focus now solely on Isaac.

Though the bandages had been removed from his eyes, his vision remained somewhat blurred.

Yet, the doctor had assured them of his eventual full recovery in the coming days, bringing Camila immense joy.

"I've been here for quite a while. Joe called last night, wondering when I'll return. Once you're fully recovered, we can head back,"