Late at night, Jacob rushed to the hospital.
His clothes were disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, looking utterly haggard.
The crushing pressure of his hospital's collapse over the past days had completely shattered his former dignity and composure.
At the sight of me sitting there in silence, his legs gave way, and he dropped straight to his knees on the floor before me.
The once lofty hospital director looked humble and pathetic, his voice hoarse.
"Camila, I'm sorry. I'm useless. I just found out that Amara had secretly tampered with the hospital's procurement contracts and siphoned off all the working capital. The hospital is completely hollowed out. All the equipment has been seized to pay off debts. I have nothing left.
"I couldn't protect you, and I couldn't protect your father. I
