Chapter 74 Conflict


    Warren''s POV:


    ir''s cold stare felt like a wake-up call. It was as if he was trying to see through me, which made


    me kind of intimidated.


    "I''m sorry. I lost control," I said bluntly. I felt like aughing stock at this moment, with everyone


    staring at me.


    "Don''t apologize to me. I think that it''s Sylvia you should apologize to," ir said seriously.


    I looked at Sylvia, who was still on the floor. With her hair wet with sweat, she looked like a drowned


    mouse. She looked back at me with those beautiful eyes, except they were filled with confusion.


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    I averted her gaze, feeling a little guilty. But I still couldn''t bring myself to say anything.


    Sylvia managed to stand up. "It doesn''t matter. It was a sparring session. Getting injured is no big


    deal. Besides, I''m totally fine."


    "Are you really?" ir raised an eyebrow. He then turned slowly to me. "You should still apologize at


    the very least. I already dered that the fight was over, but you still kept kicking Sylvia. What''s


    going on with you? It''s not like you to lose control of yourself."


    "I said I''m fine. I don''t think Warren meant it," Sylvia shrugged. With her arm, she wiped the sweat


    off of her forehead and smiled weakly. "We''re ssmates, after all."


    The sincerity in Sylvia''s eyes made me feel even more shame. I would have preferred she did not


    forgive me instead of acting so nice.


    I could feel eyes staring at me from all directions, which made me nervous. Unsure what to do next,


    I just turned around and left.


    "Why are you just leaving? Shouldn''t you apologize for hurting someone?" Behind me, Flora


    mumbled.


    Harry also reached out and stopped me. He had on a provoking smile. "Where do you think you''re


    going? You haven''t apologized yet."


    "Fuck off!" I shoved past his shoulder, heading straight for the gate.


    "Fuck you!" Harry tried to chase after me, but someone seemed to have stopped him. I heard some


    other students whispering about me.


    I didn''t care anymore. All I wanted was to get out of this suffocating ce.


    Sylvia''s POV:


    As soon as I got off the stage, Flora and Harry immediately rushed over to me.


    "Sylvia,e on! We need to get you to the infirmary," Flora said anxiously.


    "Flora, you''re up next. Don''t worry; I''m fine." I patted my leg, trying to put on a convincing smile. It


    was Flora''s turn to fight next. She couldn''t leave right now.


    "It''s all right. I''m here. Flora, you go and get up the stage," Harry urged Flora. He then bent down in


    front of me and offered me his shoulder. "Sylvia,e on! I''ll take you to the infirmary myself."


    "Okay, fine. I''ll go ahead." Flora looked reluctant.


    Harry easily heaved me over his shoulder and stood up.


    "Be careful, Harry! Don''t hurt Sylvia anymore," Flora reminded Harry as she patted his other


    shoulder.


    "Yeah, yeah. I know. Quit nagging and go fight. At least get us a win!"


    Without waiting for Flora''s reply, Harry took off sprinting to the infirmary. He was going so fast I


    almost vomited.


    "Harry, slow down! I''m not dying or something!"


    "No way! Have you ever seen a slow ambnce before?" At this, Harry sped up even more, our


    hair collectively flying backward in the wind.


    When I felt a sudden brake, I knew that we had arrived at the infirmary. Thud! He plopped me down


    on a chair on the side and went straight to rummaging through a cab.


    "Young man, I''m right here. What are you looking for in the cab?" A chubby doctor with gray hair


    pulled open the curtain and walked out. He slightly red at Harry and asked, "Where is the


    patient?"


    "Here. It''s my leg," I squeaked.


    The doctor saw me and put on his sses, bending down to roll up my pant leg. Watching this,


    Harry let out a scream, startling both me and the doctor.