Nearby guards, alerted by the commotion, quickly intervened, forcefully separating Yves from Rayven and restraining him.
Yves fought against them, his muscles tensed with the urge to continue the fight, but the guards were unyielding, dragging him back toward the mansion.
Rayven, now a barely conscious heap on the ground, groaned in pain, blood oozing from his wounds as he lay there, defeated and broken.
Fabian, who had been paralyzed with shock during the brutal confrontation, finally snapped out of his stupor.
His heart raced as he quickly followed the guards who were dragging Yves back to his room, his mind reeling from the violent spectacle he had just witnessed.
Fabian didn't need to be told twice. He quickly grabbed the first aid kit from the nearby table, his hands shaking as he knelt before Yves.
The tension in the room was suffocating as he gingerly removed the bloodied rings from the blond's fingers.
