After the conflict that Jhon Bell had with Oscar, he took Miranda to the club. Upon arrival, he went alone to Thomas Brown's private room.
Upon entering the room, the atmosphere felt heavy. Brown noticed their arrival immediately; Jhon stood still, with his head half bowed, as if he were trying to hide something. However, Thomas couldn't ignore the strange nuance on Jhon's face. She stood up from her seat and walked slowly towards him, her intense gaze scanning every detail.
—What happened? Thomas asked, his authoritative voice echoing in the silence of the room.
Jhon felt the weight of Brown's gaze crushing him. Discomfort washed over him, but he knew he couldn't hide the truth.
John shook his head.
"The man..." he sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. The one who wants to be close to Miranda.
—Did he hit you? Brown asked, his voice ringing with a mix of disbelief and anger. Jhon, how are you going to let a guy like that do this to you? I want you to tell me what happened and why he did that to you.
—I found him leaving Miranda's house. Apparently, this guy already knows where he lives... I don't know how he did it.
-That? Are you telling me that bastard went to her house to see her? —Thomas's fury was palpable in the air—. And you weren't able to beat him up? You only managed to make me look ridiculous. Remember that we are the ones who stand up to idiots like him.
Jhon's face became more serious. The disappointment in Thomas' eyes cut through him, but it also filled him with determination.
"That bastard doesn't know who he's messing with," Thomas said, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his voice thick with anger. He wants to steal my girl, and the worst thing is that she plays along. I want you to be attentive to everything, do you understand, Jhon? If this gets out of control, you will be responsible too.
The menacing words hung in the air, heavy like a dark cloud. Jhon felt a chill run down his spine; The pressure was real.
Meanwhile, Oscar arrived at his apartment after a long day on the streets. He opened the door, hoping to take a cold shower, eat something, and finally rest. However, as he crossed the threshold, he got a surprise: his representative was there, sitting in a chair with a serious expression.
"Oscar," his representative said, looking up. We need to talk.
Oscar entered and left his backpack on a chair, feeling that the weight of the day was still with him.
—What are you doing here? Did something bad happen? he asked, with a mix of concern and confusion.
David stood up from the chair and walked towards him, a wide smile lighting up his face.
—No, quite the opposite, Oscar. "Guess what," he said, almost jumping with excitement.
Oscar stared at him, his curiosity growing.
—No, I don't know. "Just tell me," he said, impatient.
—You'll be able to go back to fighting! David exclaimed. I found another place to go, another city. Where there are better opportunities than here. There we can start from scratch. And the opportunity to fight again as you have wanted will come true! I got tickets on a bus for both of us; We're leaving here tomorrow night. So get ready to succeed again and start a new life.
David's excitement was contagious, but Oscar felt a whirlwind in his stomach. Was this really what he wanted?
Miranda crossed Oscar's mind and heart, like an echo of his promise. A part of him didn't want to leave; he knew that he had made a promise to Miranda, and breaking it would be like betraying not only her, but also himself. The image of her smile haunted him, reminding him of what she meant to him.
On the other hand, the idea of returning to fighting was simply magnificent. After so many complications and obstacles, it finally seemed like her dream was within reach again.
Oscar was at a crossroads: should he follow the path he had always wanted or cling to the emotional connection with Miranda? The struggle between his ambition and his heart made him feel divided, as if each option carried a different weight.
Finally, Oscar sighed, as if a heavy burden had settled on his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, David..." he said, letting an awkward silence fill the air. But now I can't leave.
-That? "Why can't you leave?" David asked, a mix of confusion and concern in his voice. Don't tell me you fell in love with this city in such a short time.
David sighed, feeling like something wasn't right. I was hoping for a clear answer, something I could understand.
"No, it's not that," Oscar said, taking a deep breath before revealing what he really felt. Listen, I met a girl here... she's so special to me. Although I haven't known her for a long time, you see, she is going through a difficult time. I made you a promise, David—she approached him with sincerity in her eyes—. I promised her I wouldn't leave her alone in this problem. And I can't break my promise.
Oscar felt the words weigh on his chest. Despite what he stood to lose by staying, he knew the real risk would be abandoning someone who needed his support.
David was left a little confused and frustrated, as if a storm was brewing inside him. He had spent so much time and effort getting those tickets, creating fake documents and IDs so he could escape to that new city.
"Are you telling me you're going to throw your life and this new opportunity away for a woman?" David exclaimed, his voice heavy with disbelief. That's not the Oscar I know.
The words left his mouth like an echo of the desperation he felt. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself, but he couldn't help but feel like everything they had planned was falling apart.
"Look, Oscar," he continued, softening his tone a little. It's not just about you. It's about what we've built together. What if this girl is not what you think? You can't risk everything for someone you barely know.
"I can assure you that I can trust her and she can trust me," Oscar said, his voice firm, as if he were trying to convince not only David, but also himself. —If I can help you, I will. Very few times in my life have I had the opportunity to help someone. Now that I have this opportunity, I have to try it.
David looked at him with concern, feeling the intensity of his friend's statement.
—Okay... Oscar, but I just want you to listen to what you're saying. These opportunities do not present themselves many times; I hope this doesn't affect your life," said David, as he passed by Oscar, heading towards the exit.
"It is not for this life that I fear," Oscar interrupted lightly before David walked away.
David stopped and turned slowly towards him.
—Do you think you can really help her?
"I think God put her in my path," Oscar said with conviction, interrupting him again. Sometimes things happen for a reason.
David headed for the exit, but just as he reached the entrance, he stopped and looked at Oscar with a mixture of concern and determination.
"If you change your mind, call me," David said, his voice thick with quiet tension before he left.
As David walked away, he felt the weight of his words. At the end of it all, he was her representative, and she had to support him just like the first day they met. It was evident that if Oscar did not travel, David could not leave either.
Oscar stood there for a moment, reflecting on what David had said. The decision to help that person could not only change your life; It could also affect her relationship with David. Was he willing to risk that?
Finally, Oscar walked to his bed, sat down, and picked up his Bible. The pages seemed to whisper comfort to him.
—My father, am I doing the right thing? —he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper in the dimness of the room.
—What is certain is that I cannot leave at this moment. She needs me; "No one is going to change my mind," Oscar stated, feeling the weight of his words.
He put the Bible on the side of his bed and fell into thoughts about how he could fix everything. The reality was overwhelming: it was impossible to solve everything in a single day. The date of his travel commitment was quickly approaching, like a shadow hanging over him.
"Tomorrow I'll think about it more clearly," he said to himself, trying to find some peace in the midst of the chaos.
However, the knot in his stomach persisted; everything that was happening had robbed him of his hunger. Finally, he lay down, feeling how tiredness enveloped him and led him to sleep, although doubts continued to dance in his mind.