Chapter 247
"Do you think Henry is in the right, or do you think Sophia is?" Caspian asked again.
Atlas sat silent, unable to answer.
“She was blacklisted by Henry using his connections, and when she came home, she started accusing Odalys of framing her. But the video of her attacking someone in the hospital is all over the internet.”
“It was Sophia who attacked someone, and she claims Odalys made the hospital refuse her treatment. I had people look into it—Sophia was blacklisted by the hospital system. It has nothing to do with Odalys.”
“She keeps saying it’s all Odalys’ fault, that Odalys framed her. Is it really that unfair for Odalys to fight back?” Caspian asked. Atlas’s lips trembled; he instinctively wanted to defend Sophia, but he found himself speechless.
“Henry sent someone to kidnap Odalys’ master—tell me, what did her master do to deserve that? He kidnapped an innocent man. Is that fair?” Caspian pressed.
Atlas swayed slightly. A strange discomfort built inside him. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
“I didn’t get involved in Henry’s kidnapping plan, and I had no idea Sophia was framing Odalys. So why did I step in to block the knife for them? I was stitched up over 300 times. Do you know why? Because I was attacked by someone in the hospital corridor. They were there to take revenge on Odalys.”
“He warned me—if I ever bullied Odalys again, he’d kill me. I know it wasn’t a threat, it was a reminder. It doesn’t matter who Odalys is anymore. ‘If you want to stay alive, you better stop getting involved in all this. Otherwise, you might not be as lucky as I was and just end up with a few hundred stitches,’” Caspian said dismissively.
Atlas remained standing, shocked. Every word Caspian spoke made perfect sense.
“Atlas,” Sophia’s voice called from downstairs. Atlas couldn’t find any excuse to argue.
She walked up, half her face swollen from Odalys’ slap. She looked pitiful, her steps slow as she approached Atlas. Seeing him silent, she hurried forward, lightly tugging his arm. Atlas instinctively pulled away, her hand freezing mid-air.
“Atlas, are you afraid of me? Are you avoiding me?” Sophia asked, her voice laced with hurt.
She took a shaky step back, her eyes filled with grievance.
Atlas opened his mouth, but couldn’t find the words. His throat felt tight, and he clenched his fists, standing silent.
“What’s going on!” Caspian’s voice broke the tension.
He walked into the room and saw Sophia, her hair messy, tear streaks on her face, looking utterly pitiful. Her eyes were full of helplessness.
“Caspian, Odalys came back, and she… I don’t know what happened, but she just started hitting people. She slapped me, then attacked Henry with a knife. Now Henry’s hand is pierced.”
“I called an ambulance, but they hung up when they heard it was the Bennett family. I tried calling the police, but our number seems to be blacklisted. It feels like someone is targeting us. Henry’s hand is bleeding badly. If we don’t get him treated, he might lose it.”
Sophia’s voice trembled, her lip bitten, tears welling in her eyes. Caspian said nothing, simply watching her.
“Caspian, you need to take Henry to the hospital,” Sophia urged, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the stairs. But as she turned, she lurched and collapsed against Caspian’s back.
“Ugh!” she moaned softly, her body pressing against…
Atlas, watching from behind, saw exactly what she was doing—falling onto Caspian on purpose, even wrapping her arms around…
Chapter 247
In that moment, Atlas felt something die inside him. His mind flashed back to Sophia sitting on Rafael’s lap, and he felt a surge of disgust.
“Sorry. I… I just got a little dizzy from the pain. My face hurts so much… Sorry,” Sophia quickly apologized, backing away.
Caspian only glanced at her briefly before heading downstairs. Sophia watched him, feeling something crack inside her. Why was Caspian so indifferent? He hadn’t looked at her the way he used to. Something had changed.
“Caspian,” she called, biting her lip and hurrying after him.
“What happened? Henry, how did you get hurt?” Caspian asked, feigning cluelessness.
Caspian reached downstairs, seeing Henry pale-faced, clutching his wrist. A fruit knife, still stuck in his palm, dripped blood.
“…they won’t even let us in.”
Henry bit his lip, the pain too intense for him to speak.
“Get Henry to the hospital now,” Hannah commanded urgently.
Caspian paused before responding quietly, “Take him to the hospital? We’ve been kicked out. I’m not sure if they…”
“The priority now is to get that knife out,” Caspian said calmly.
Henry looked at him uncertainly. Caspian was still pretending to care, but there was no emotion in his eyes. Henry gritted his teeth, clutching his wrist.
“Find a private clinic. Odalys wants me dead,” Henry said, his voice strained, almost losing consciousness. He stared at the knife, the chill creeping up his arm as he imagined his neck being cut next. Who gave her the audacity to act this way!
“Yes, find a private clinic,” Sophia murmured in agreement.
Caspian listened, then turned back to her with an unreadable expression. “You contact them, call and ask if they’ll take him.”
“Me?” Sophia didn’t expect this. She froze, disbelief on her face.
“Yes, you’ve been the one worried about Henry all along. You’re the one who told me to take him to the hospital. I still have injuries, and if they don’t accept us, it’ll all be a waste,” Caspian replied.
Sophia wanted to refuse, but everyone’s eyes were on her. With no choice, she reluctantly made the call. After several attempts, only one shady clinic agreed to help. She scribbled down the address and handed the note to Caspian.
“Atlas, help Henry into the car,” Caspian ordered. He took the car keys, and Sophia stayed behind, her eyes locked onto him. She felt as though Caspian could see right through her. That was impossible. She’d always played her cards well, teasing each brother, making them think she liked them. She thought that would be enough, but Caspian wasn’t buying it anymore. Sophia’s heart raced; she was more afraid of being exposed than of Odalys.