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.

of clothes up, and Alan helped

changed into clean clothes and walked out of the

complexion looked slightly better, but the scars on his face were

home," Connor said, his eyes tired but fixed on

descended the

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

night was cool, with a

got out and opened the car

no choice but to open the back seat door

Heights," Connor said with

first," Camila told the

Connor remained silent.

and

arrived

car

help Mr. Connor upstairs?"

Camila nodded.

them went upstairs

opened the door to Connor's

night and several hours of

glass of warm

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