Chapter 101
ENZO’S POV
I sat on the hard plastic chair in the sterile hospital room, my hands trembling slightly as I looked at the worried faces of the trainers’ family. The air was thick with tension, and guilt gnawed at my insides. I needed to apologize, to make things right, even though I was not the cause of it.
Mrs. Thompson, the mother of one of the injured trainers, sat beside her husband, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Mr. Thompson stood by her side, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a stern expression etched on his face. I could see the pain and anger in their eyes, the weight of their son’s injuries heavy on their shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t begin to express how deeply regretful I am for what happened to your son.
