Camila's voice seemed to hold a magical power, instantly pulling Connor back from his own world into reality.

He looked at Camila and collapsed weakly onto the boxing ring.

Camila and Alan quickly ran up to the ring.

After climbing onto the stage, Alan swiftly unfastened Connor's protective gear and wiped the sweat from his face.

Camila knelt quietly across from him, her eyes filled with concern.

Connor's dark and exhausted eyes locked onto Camila.

He smiled weakly, "I'm fine."

However, Alan noticed a faint bruise on his face and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Alan's heart tightened, and he immediately pulled out his phone. "Mr. Connor, I'll call a doctor!"

Connor waved his hand, indicating it wasn't necessary.

He slowly sat up, leaning against the ring, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

After resting for ten minutes, Connor slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Camila, and smiled faintly. "I need a shower," he said weakly.

bag of clothes up, and Alan helped him slowly walk to the changing

Connor changed into clean clothes and walked out of

looked slightly better, but the scars

home," Connor said, his

descended the empty

exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sound of distant barking dogs

night was cool, with a

car door while

the back seat door and sit

Connor said

Connor off first," Camila told the

Connor remained silent.

mischievously and

arrived

the car

Mr. Connor

Camila nodded.

them

the door to Connor's

several

a glass of warm water and

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