When Cyrus saw Sarah on the verge of suffocation, a flicker of hesitation flashed through his eyes before he shoved her aside.
Thud! Sarah's body hit the ground with a heavy thump, the dull sound echoing in the tense air. She coughed violently, gasping for air in desperate gulps. Her once meticulously styled hair was now a chaotic mess.
Cyrus stood frozen, his chest heaving sharply. His piercing gaze remained locked on Sarah, filled with a murderous intensity as though his eyes alone could tear her apart.
It took Sarah a long moment to barely sit up from the ground.
She began, "Cyrus, if you knew the truth, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it. Its cruelty is beyond anything you can imagine. No matter what, you're still my son. Even if not by blood, I held you as you slept for
