Camila wrapped her arms tightly around Connor's waist, pressing herself against his back a back that represented endless comfort and solid support for her.

In that fleeting moment, all her fears and anxieties vanished, leaving only trust and reliance on Connor.

Connor gripped the motorcycle's handlebars. Camila's arms around his waist ignited a flame within him, dispelling any shadows of fear.

As the engine roared to life, the motorcycle shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.

Logan stood by the roadside. His eyes were fixed on the receding figures. He marveled at the power of love, capable of helping Connor overcome years of inner fears, which deeply touched him. Connor maneuvered the motorcycle through the traffic with agility. Each turn and acceleration was performed with ease.

His figure weaving through the cars attracted envious glances from those stuck in their vehicles.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

Connor steadied the motorcycle and quickly turned around to help Camila off the back seat. They both sprinted to the ICU entrance.

Upon seeing Camila, Cole stumbled up from the bench. His steps were shaky as he almost fell before her. "Cami, it's my fault. I didn't keep a closer eye on Claire," he choked out.

him up, shaking her

trying to save her." Cole's face was lined with wrinkles

a white coat hurried over

mom will

turned to see Dr. Tom rushing over. His presence brought a hint of hope to the heavy

so much!" Connor extended his hand in

call had me flying over ten hours to get here. We'll settle our accounts

stood outside

should we notify... some people?" Cole

head, clutching her phone. After a deep

and her grandmother's impatient voice came through. "Why are you calling now? Haven't we made things clear?" Camila took a deep breath and

the

again, cold and evasive. "I don't

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