Meanwhile, inside the Schwartz residence...
The ticking clock filled the silence that enveloped them— the two men sitting with rather anxious looks on their faces.
The door to the room finally opened, and Alex stepped out carrying his bag with a difficult expression.
Michael stood up from his seat and asked in a worried tone, "Doctor, how is my son?"
The small doctor didn't answer right away, he briefly glanced towards the taller Alpha who stood behind Michael before explaining.
"Don't worry Mr. Schwartz, Ryley is fine. He has regained consciousness a while ago but he still needs to rest so I suggest it's better to let him sleep. This way, his headache will ease off a bit," he said, then shifted his gaze towards the door.
Michael let out a relieved sigh when he heard it, but he still wanted to know why his son suddenly fainted in the first place. "Is it true that he has low blood pressure?"