Lyla felt a surge of energy as she struggled to open her eyes. Through her blurred vision, she could make out Carlo’s familiar figure running toward her. A few meters away, he leaped into the air and delivered a powerful kick, sending Jessica flying.
The pressure on her throat vanished instantly, and Lyla could finally breathe again. She lay on the ground, gasping for air as her vision cleared. For the first time, she saw an expression on Carlo's face that wasn’t his usual mockery or anger—it was fear, as if he was terrified of losing something precious. He grabbed her hand tightly and helped her sit up.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
Lyla shook her head. She still couldn’t speak, her body trembling from the shock and fear. Carlo didn’t say anything furt
