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.

up, and Alan helped him

Connor changed into clean clothes and walked out

but the scars on his face were still

take you home," Connor said, his eyes tired

the empty

the occasional sound of distant

October night was cool, with a

the car

the back seat door and sit next

Heights," Connor said

Mr. Connor off first," Camila told

Connor remained silent.

mischievously and nodded to the

the car arrived

got out of the car and then

you please help Mr. Connor

Camila nodded.

them

the door to Connor's

only a few hours of sleep last night and several hours of intense activity

poured a glass of warm water and handed

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