Chapter 116 He Cried Like a Child
Leopold totally ignored him.
When he hit the stairs, Oliver caught up and yanked him back. "Dude, stop. Go back! Camilla ain't gonna open the door for you."
"I got something for her."
Oliver looked shocked. "What is it?"
Leopold pulled out a tube of anti-allergy nasal ointment from his pocket. "She gets allergies this time of year. Gotta give this to her."
Oliver felt a wave of sadness hit him.
He thought, 'How did two people who were so in love end up like this?'
"Yeah," Leopold nodded. "I came to give her the medicine. I gotta give it to her, I gotta!"
His voice got softer, and then he just blacked out and collapsed.
Oliver quickly caught him and dragged him to the car.
But as he looked at the car parked at the end of the alley, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
By the time Oliver got Leopold back to the villa, it was already 1 AM.
The servant opened the door. Oliver said, "Help me out! He's wasted. Make some hangover soup."
After giving instructions, he drove off.
Amara had already hit the sack but was woken up by the noise downstairs.
Even though she didn't wanna get up, for Leopold and her shot at marrying into a rich family, she forced herself out of bed, threw on a coat, and went downstairs.
"You get some water, I'll handle him." Amara stepped forward, trying to take Leopold from the servant.
"But you don't look too good right now." The servant was worried about Amara's pregnancy.
The weight of a grown man was no joke.
Amara waved it off like it was nothing. "I know my own body. Just do what I say."
"Alright then." The servant handed Leopold over to her.
Unexpectedly, Amara almost got crushed under his weight.
Leopold was completely out of it, his whole weight pressing down on her shoulders.
"Wait!" She quickly called out to the servant who was going to get water. "You do it. I'll get the water."
After drinking a glass of water, Leopold barely got some clarity back.
Amara's eyes lit up with joy as she squatted in front of him. "Baby, you..."
Leopold looked up coldly.
Amara's expression changed, and she quickly corrected herself. "Leopold, how you feeling? Any better?"
Leopold sat up. "Move."
Amara was stunned.
"Don't you get what I'm saying?"
"Leopold, don't be like this. You're scaring me." Amara's eyes welled up with tears, looking all pitiful.
Leopold stayed stone-faced, unmoved. "Don't make me say it again."
Amara held back her tears, stood up, and moved aside.
Leopold walked past her and went upstairs.
Amara bit her lip in humiliation. When she met the servant's curious gaze, she took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and even managed a smile.
"Leopold must still be drunk and can't recognize anyone. Go make some hangover soup. I'll take it to the master bedroom myself."
"Okay."
In the master bedroom, Leopold closed the door, feeling weak and unable to support himself.
Images of Camilla in pain, with tears in her eyes, flashed through his mind, making his heart ache.
He reached into his pocket but couldn't find the ointment!
He searched his entire body but found nothing.
He rushed downstairs and searched the living room, but still found nothing.
At that moment, Leopold felt like he had lost the most important thing in his life. He crouched behind the sofa, crying like a kid.
He thought, 'Camilla!
'I miss you so damn much!
'Please come back!'
The only answer was the dark living room and the cold wind howling outside the window.
The next morning, Camilla got up early, washed up, made breakfast, and got ready to head to the lab.
As she was closing the door, she noticed a paper bag hanging on the doorknob. Inside was a tube of anti-allergy nasal ointment.
It was the brand she always used.
She looked around and thought, 'Who sent this?'
Her eyes fell on the door across the hall. She looked at the ointment and then examined the paper bag.
Just as she was about to knock and ask if Sebastian had sent it, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
Sebastian walked out with a stern expression. When he saw her, he paused.
Camilla noticed something was off with Sebastian's expression and asked, "What's up?"
Sebastian said seriously, "Let's head to the lab. I'll explain on the way."
"Okay." Camilla also got serious and forgot about the ointment.
On the way, Sebastian got a phone call.
Whatever was said on the other end made Sebastian's expression change, and his tone got even more serious.
"Alright. We're on our way and will be there soon."
After hanging up, Sebastian spoke before Camilla could ask, "The lab's computer suddenly crashed. All the data from this week's experiments is gone. It hasn't been recovered yet, but the worst-case scenario is—"
He paused. "All the data is lost, and we'll have to redo everything."
Camilla frowned. "Doesn't the lab have backups for the data?"
"The computer blacked out instantly. When it was restarted, most of the backups were also gone, leaving less than thirty percent."
To prevent data leaks and keep the computer running smoothly, the lab's data was cleaned up every month.
Last Monday was the end of the month, and a round of cleaning had just been done.
Normally, the computer wouldn't have issues, and to be safe, all data was backed up twice, but accidents still happened.
Was it really just an accident?
Sebastian thought it was too early to say.
At 8 AM sharp, everyone in the lab had arrived, and Sebastian and Camilla got there just in time.
In addition, there were technicians responsible for fixing the computer.
They had signed confidentiality agreements and worked exclusively for Harmony College's lab.
When the computer first had issues, Hector immediately called for help.
The technicians arrived promptly.
But half an hour had passed, and there was still no progress.
Sebastian asked, "What's going on?"
Hector replied, "I just got a call from Doris. She came in, turned on the computer to input data, and the screen went black. When she restarted it, the data was gone, and most of the backups were lost too."
"The technicians have already checked. Other than the data loss, there are no other issues. They're trying to recover the lost backup data now."
Betty frowned.
Doris had always managed the data, and the entire team's experiment reports went through her. She rarely made mistakes.
This sudden issue could mean that half a month's work might be wasted.
Doris must be feeling terrible right now.
Sure enough, when Betty looked up, she saw Doris pacing anxiously, looking distressed.
Darren, who didn't know computers, kept asking every now and then, "Can we recover the data on our computer?"
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