“But, Camila... You don't have to leave. Now that you're pregnant again, Isaac will let Cathy's issue go."

“Josiah, I don't think you get me. Have you ever loved someone?" Camila looked at him.

, I guess so. My wife and I have a rather good relationship.” “Once you fall in love with someone and that person shows you all the love in this world, it's great. But then, when you begin to think and believe that it's real and he tells you that he doesn't love you... Do you know what that does to you? It's Like falling from a plane without a parachute."

"I had no idea it was that complex," Josiah said.

“Honestly, I had no idea that love could be so bitter and hateful..." The door suddenly swung open.

Josiah turned around in alarm, but the next second, his whole face went pale.

Josiah was too nervous to say anything.

With his hands clasped behind his back, the director of the hospital looked at him the way the principal of a school catches a naughty student. He scolded Josiah, "What do you take this place for? Your home? You think you can do whatever you want here? Huh?"

Previously, the director didn't punish Josiah after he found out about what happened to Nelson. He only left Josiah with a warning.

This time, however, Josiah had taken advantage of his position to help Camila.

He was not wrong to help her

But his fault was in lying. Lying was taboo in the hospital.

Camila was still alive, but Josiah had proclaimed her dead and even carried some other woman's corpse into the operation room.

“Director, I'm sorry..." Josiah said feebly.

“Your apologies won't work this time. I'm informing Isaac right now—" “No, don't!" Camila struggled to sit up.

Josiah hurried to help her up. "Don't move. You're still injured."

But she ignored him and locked eyes with the director.

“I was the one who asked Josiah for help. If there's anyone to blame, it's me. I hope you can forgive Josiah."

The director frowned as soon as he got a better look at her face.

She used to be so beautiful.

But now...

“Your face..."

"It's not that serious. My face might be scarred for life, but at least

I'm still alive. Director, I've worked hard for this hospital, and I haven't made any mistakes before. Can you please help me this time?"

The director stared at her disfigured face with pity. In the end, he sighed deeply and said, “Well, fine. I'LL pretend that I didn't see you, but this is the last time I'm helping you. If this happens again, both of you can kiss your jobs goodbye.”