Victor's expression changed, his eyes widening with surprise. "How much money did he need?"
"I asked him that too," Elena said with a soft, sad smile. "But he didn't give me a clear answer. He refused. Said he didn't like asking for help. He wanted to handle it on his own."
Victor crossed his arms, staying quiet as he listened closely.
"I was honestly surprised," Elena continued. "He had just donated bone marrow, but he still looked strong. He didn't seem weak at all. He was calm, focused."
She took a breath. "Before he left, he handed me a ticket. Told me to come cheer him on that night. Then he walked away before I could ask more."
Victor's eyes narrowed. "Cheer him? At what?"
She nodded slowly. "The ticket was for an underground fight club."
His eyebrows shot up. "You're serious? He wanted you to watch him fight?"
