When Camila noticed the bags under Connor's eyes and the stubble on his chin, her heart tightened involuntarily. Last night, he had stayed by her bedside, hardly closing his eyes, so seeing him like this both moved and pained her.

"You should get some rest," she softly told Connor.

Connor slightly shook his head. "I'm fine, not tired." His voice was slightly raspy.

Camila sighed lightly, frowning, "Don't play the tough guy. Look at yourself. You're worn out."

"Worn out?" Connor instinctively touched his face, then immediately checked his reflection in the glass.

"A bit rough-looking," Camila managed to keep a straight face as she spoke.

Connor stiffened. "Are you kidding? Cole, come on, back me up here."

Cole, observing their exchange, turned his face away, chuckling softly, choosing not to interfere in their playful banter.

"You better go rest, or you might actually start looking rough," Camila said with a playful gleam in her eyes.

about to respond when a distant voice interrupted

running from afar. Logan, carrying

Erica reached Camila, she hugged her tightly. "You didn't even tell me

her back, soothingly saying, "You were working abroad, so I didn't

Connor on the shoulder, giving him a look of silent support

upset." Erica continued to hug Camila,

"I'm sorry," Camila apologized.

then let go. "How

was slightly reassuring. "She's past the critical phase now, much

was terrified. Right off the

me the hospital had

critical notice this morning,"

still

glanced at

"Mr. Connor, that

een

and taking

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