Isabelle picked up the form and ran her fingers around the edges nervously. “Even if there are side effects, they said that they will compensate me.”
Jacob gave her a look that suggested he thought that was ridiculous. “And you believed them?”
“It’s in the registration form.”
His brow furrowed. “Let’s say they are not lying, what if the drug has serious side effects on your health? Are you okay with that just because they’ll compensate you? What if you suffer permanent effects?”
“Many people have done this before,” she said, trying to calm him down. She couldn’t understand why he was so angry about it. “You’re overthinking, I’ll be fine.”
“Overthinking?” he scoffed. “Don’t you care about your health at all?”
“I need the money, okay?” she told him finally, dropping her gaze to the flo
