The director's voice was gruff, but he didn't punish them. He simply turned around and walked out of the operating room without looking back.

Josiah breathed a sigh of relief. "Good thing he didn't blame us."

"I'm sorry, Josiah. I'm the one who got you into trouble," Camila said, lowering her head guiltily

“Don't say that. We've got each other's back. I've gotten you into trouble, too. You helped me with Nelson." Josiah smiled at her warmly.

Camila wanted to smile back, but the slightest movement on her face made her wounds hurt.

Seeing her wince, Josiah said, “Don't say anything. Just get some rest. I'll transfer you out of the hospital in the evening."

Camila nodded gratefully. As she watched Josiah leave, she felt guilty. She felt that she always brought him bad Luck.

Truth be told, she only helped Nelson before not because of Josiah, but because of the letter given to her by Cathy.

But none of these things mattered anymore.

It was all over now.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly lay down and closed her eyes.

Alick didn't have as many connections in the city as Willie did. After all, Alick had been abroad all this time. If he was to find a satisfactory place for Isaac, he had no choice but to ask Willie for help.

Fortunately, Willie was well-connected and knew a lot of people in the city.

It didn't take long before he found the perfect place.

It was a stone villa located on the hillside.

The previous owner of this villa was fond of medieval architecture and had his home constructed in the style of a European castle. Later, the owner died, and his son didn't like the villa, so he wanted to sell it.

But because of its exorbitant price, it had stayed on the market for a while.

Alick looked at the stone fortress in shock.

“This villa cost two hundred million dollars and we're using it to store a damn body? Is it just me or does that sound a little crazy?"

Willie rolled his eyes at Alick impatiently. "Which is more important— the money or Mr. Johnston's wellbeing?"

“The latter, of course. But isn't it strange that he doesn't even want to bury her body? Will he be able to mourn properly if we keep her body in this villa?" Alick asked suspiciously.

Willie shrugged and decided to play it by ear.

“He might need some time to get over her death. Whatever happens, we have to do what we're told. I've already set your plan in motion and put a micro tracker in Travis's body, causing a wound visible on his body. I'm afraid that he'll find out about it sooner or later. I might not be able to let him escape for now."

Alick sighed. "We have no choice but to wait and see."

Then he changed the subject. "I'll tell Mr. Johnston that I found a place to store the body. Willie, you've got to help me build a cold storage unit."