Carson Flores was sitting on the sofa, embracing Samantha Tate as they watched TV when the sound of the password lock unlocking came from the door.
Turning his head, Carson saw his aunt Leah Frost appearing at the doorway.
"Back already?"
Carson stood up and greeted her with a smile, but inside, he felt puzzled. His aunt had been going out continuously these past few days, and whenever he asked her what she was doing, she kept silent.
Leah Frost smiled at Carson, just about to speak when her complexion suddenly changed, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, her body weakly collapsing towards the ground.
Carson was shocked. His figure flashed like lightning, and in an instant, he was at Leah Frost's side, catching her in his arms and quickly shutting the room door.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"
Leah Frost's face was deathly pale as she forced a smile and said, "In a moment of impatience, I fell for that old man Nehemiah Vasquez's trick and took a palm strike..."
