"Arlo, have you lost your mind?"
Tiffany's face was deathly pale, her expression a mix of shock and desperation.
"Stop it right now!"
As she spoke, she struggled to sit up from the hospital bed.
"If you dare lay a finger on Camilla, I swear I'll make you pay for it!"
Camilla had been on guard against Arlo all along.
Before he could make his move, she had already taken several cautious steps back.
Arlo's slap met nothing but air.
"You think you can dodge me?"
Blinded by rage and humiliation, his face twisted into a vicious snarl as he lunged forward again.
"Let's see you try!"
Camilla stood her ground, her icy gaze boring into Arlo with bone-chilling intensity.
"Luke—" Luke had been waiting outside the door. The moment he heard Camilla's call, he burst into the room.
Arlo's outstretched fist was instantly caught in a vice-like grip.
A brutal kick to his legs sent him crashing to his knees.
