Chapter: 1233

She was concerned about the numerous errors in Nora's recent performances and doubted Nora would advance to the final.

“We should head back soon. My boss might worry about your injuries."

“Okay, if that's what you think is best."

Nora sat on the edge of the bed, resigned to the fact that her final performance in the competition would likely be her last, though she harbored no regrets.

"And make sure to let him know when we'll be arriving, at the latest by tomorrow."

Before leaving, Amy gently stroked Nora's head, offering comforting words. "Don't be disheartened; your performance is still admirable."

Nora's unwavering determination had deeply impressed Amy.

Left alone, Nora checked her phone and saw a new app notification.

As expected, it was from Sean again.

Choosing to ignore it, she called her fiancé instead.

“Hello, is everything okay?"

“Hello...”

Hearing the familiar voice unleashed a torrent of emotions. Nora felt like a distressed child seeking comfort from a parent, her voice laden with vulnerability.

Her fiancé, sensing her unease, asked urgently, "Nora, what's wrong? Who has hurt you?"

"It's nothing, I just... I miss home. I want to come back."

As she spoke, the bandages around her palms reminded her of the painful experiences on stage earlier, the ache persistent and sharp.

"Stay put in the hotel. I'll be there shortly," the man said, his voice edged with urgency.

Nora could practically hear the rustle of clothes as he hurriedly dressed.

She sniffed back a sob. “It's okay. Amy said we'll head back tomorrow."

Lowering her mask, she revealed a face that was a study in disappointment.

"I didn't make it to the finals. Am I a total washout?" Her voice trembled.

“Nora, your worth isn't defined by competition. There are countless factors influencing results. Trust in yourself-you're the best."

He didn't know the specifics, but his words were a fortress of support.

"So, spill it. What went down at the competition?”