Moreover, she was married now.

She couldn't help but feel guilty.

After getting out of the tub, she got dressed and headed out.

Seeing that Camila was about to leave, Glenda came over and asked, “Are you Leaving again so soon? You should at least have breakfast first."

Camila glanced at her watch and sighed. "No thanks. I'll be late for work.”

Glenda knew that Camila was a doctor, and she knew how hard this job was. Thinking of this, she Looked at Camila with newfound respect and brought her a glass of warm milk. "At least drink this before going to work."

Seeing the concern on Glenda's face, Camila felt touched. She took the glass of milk and said softly, “Thank you.”

“Of course." Glenda smiled, her chubby face looking very kind and friendly.

After finishing the milk, Camila handed the glass back to Glenda and headed out.

But she didn't go straight to work. She had left early so that she could go to the in-patient department first.

Because her mother was in the intensive care unit.

After entering the ward, she checked her mother’s status and saw that she was still in bad shape.

Her heart sank.

Her mother had suffered from heart failure and was now in a critical condition. The only solution was a heart transplant, which would cost a lot of money.

She agreed to her father's demand and married into the Johnston family because her father threatened her, saying that he wouldn't pay the fees for her mother's surgery if she didn't agree.

If they could just find a suitable heart donor, her mother would be saved.

She looked at her mother, who was lying peacefully in bed, and said in a low and bitter voice, “Mom, I swear I'll save you.”

A single teardrop ran down her cheek. Her mother was the person closest to her.

The phone in her pocket started to ring.

“Hi, Mila! Can you do me a favor?" A cheerful voice sounded from the other end of the Line.

It was her senior, Forrest Walters who called her. They graduated from the same medical school, but he was two grades above her. He had gone abroad for further studies, and now, he was a very famous doctor.

More importantly, he had always taken good care of her. So the two were pretty close.

“What kind of favor?" Camila asked.

"I have a patient who needs treatment, but I'm in the middle of something urgent. I won't make it in time. Can you tend to the patient for me please?"

Camila checked her schedule. Aside from two surgeries in the afternoon, she was relatively free that morning, so she agreed.