"What happened to you?" Camila asked, concern etched in her voice.

Forrest collapsed in front of her with a heavy thud.

Camila was rendered speechless in shock.

Moments later, she squatted down, swiftly assessing his condition.

Forrest, cunningly avoiding the gaze of the onlookers, blinked covertly at her.

Camila hesitated, confusion etched on her face.

Was he feigning injury?

But for what reason?

As she pondered this mystery, the bald man, Chayce, along with his entourage, began to leave.

Forrest, with a subtle tug at her clothes, silently mouthed to her, “Demand medical compensation."

Enlightenment struck Camila.

She rose to her feet, calling out, “Hey, where do you think you're going? You've injured him. Do you really think you can just walk away?"

The bald man Chayce turned, his expression morphing into one of intimidation. "Are you trying to extort me?"

"No, not at all. He's unconscious now and needs hospitalization. You assaulted him. It's your responsibility," Camila retorted firmly.

Chayce advanced menacingly.

Isaac positioned himself protectively in front of Camila, challenging, “What are you planning to do?"

"She wants to blackmail me." Chayce fumed, though internally aware of the force they had used on Forrest.

His appearance was pitiable, but they had deliberately avoided inflicting serious bodily harm.

Forrest was far from being in a comatose state.

Buoyed by Isaac's support, Camila persisted, “He's been severely beaten and is now unconscious. If... his injuries result in any disability, you'll be liable for all medical costs, lost wages, and more."