How could she sleep so soundly in the hospital?

Her face looked so peaceful.

With one hand, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and lay down sideways. Then, from behind, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. For a second, Camila seemed to have woken up and felt something warm beside her. However, she was so sleepy that she fell back into sleep without processing what she had felt.

The next morning, Glenda gently shook Camila's shoulder to wake her up.

“Madam. .

A tired groan escaped Camila's lips as her eyes slowly opened.

When she saw Glenda, she rubbed her eyes and groggily asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock already. I brought some food. Eat it quickly since it might turn cold later," Glenda reminded her.

As soon as Camila heard that, she suddenly jolted awake. "It's already past eight o'clock?!" she exclaimed.

“Yes," Glenda replied with a nod.

In an instant, Camila threw the blanket aside and slid out of the bed. Shocked by her sudden movement, Glenda scolded, "You need to rest! You don't have to get up so soon.”

“But I have to go to work today," Camila insisted.

“Just take a day off. Even if you go to work now, you'll still be late," Glenda argued.

Deep in her heart, she couldn't help but feel disappointed towards Camila. This woman didn't know how to appreciate the important things in life!

After all, health was more important than work.

When Camila checked the time, she found that it was already eight forty.

With a defeated sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed and decided to take the day off.

After telling Josiah that she wouldn't be coming in, she ate breakfast.

Once Glenda left, Camila went through all the discharge formalities.

Although she was a doctor in this hospital, she still had to undergo the same process as everyone else.

Josiah must've been the one who had arranged the VIP single room for her.

Since she didn't have to go to work today, Camila decided to call Aldrin and ask him out.

He didn't go home last night. Instead, he spent the entire evening with Laura inside a bar.

When Camila arrived, Laura's unconscious body was still bent over the table with many alcoholic bottles littered on top of it. From the looks of it, they must've drunk a lot.

Aldrin, on the other hand, was in a better condition than Laura. Even though his clothes looked wrinkled and reeked of alcohol, at least he was aware of what was going on.