Henry got up slowly, clearly struggling. Derek and Art were already making their way toward him from the balcony.
Once they reached him, both offered their shoulders to help him stand.
"You were amazing back there, Henry," Derek said sincerely.
Henry could only give a faint, bitter smile. "What's the use? I still lost the match. And after everything he said about my family, this was the best I could do."
Art and Derek didn't respond right away. After a brief silence, Derek spoke again. "Henry, about Leo speaking ill of your family… I think something else is going on."
Henry, who had just managed to stand properly with their support, looked at Derek in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you think it's strange?" Derek continued. "You found out that he was talking badly about your family, and at the exact same time, he came to accuse you of mocking him behind his back. And judging by his expression, I don't think he was pretending or faking his anger."
