Chapter 250

“No, I just wasn’t feeling well today, so I went to the Bennett family’s house to blow off some steam. I accidentally slapped Sophis, and I kind of stabbed Henry’s palm with a fruit knife,” Odalys whispered.

The phone line went silent.

Evander, who had been sipping coffee, choked on it. He coughed a few times, then grabbed the phone, his voice trembling with excitement. “Good job. That’s how it’s done. If anything happens, Grandpa’s got your back.”

“A small fry like the Bennett family! If they dare to make you uncomfortable, we, the Stewart family, will—” Evander’s tone was nothing short of arrogant.

Percival, who had been listening intently, furrowed his brows in irritation. He clicked the phone to speaker mode and threw it onto the nearby table, growling in a low voice, “Grandpa, the Stewart family is a law-abiding citizen.”

“You? A law-abiding citizen!” Evander scoffed, disregarding Percival’s feelings.

Odalys, who had been feeling a bit bored, immediately perked up. “What’s this about?” she asked, leaning closer to the phone.

Percival glanced at her, his lips tight as he saw her mischievous smile. It was obvious she was enjoying the gossip. He could only shake his head, thinking that the combination of an elderly man and a young woman was truly a pair of troublemakers.

“A few days ago, Caspian bought trending topics claiming you were being kept by someone and exposed your scandal.”

“He found out, so he rushed to the hospital that night. Outside Hannah’s room, he intentionally opened the door, had Caspian beaten half to death, and set the dogs on him,” Evander casually revealed. “He got over 300 stitches, but didn’t dare to make a sound.”

Odalys gasped. She knew Caspian was hurt, but she hadn’t known the extent of it. She glanced at Percival, who turned his head away, closing his eyes as if pretending not to understand.

“That really happened!” Odalys couldn’t help but laugh.

“Otherwise, why do you think the hospital suddenly stopped accepting the Bennett family? It’s because that brat and Orson thought you were wronged and took it out on them. They even used an ambulance to throw him back to the Bennett villa that night,” Evander continued. “That’s why no one is talking about it, and I’m dying to tell someone. Don’t worry, I’m not missing any opportunity to gloat,” Evander said proudly.

Odalys, with a mischievous smile, replied, “So, this has to do with Mr. Stewart?”

Evander chuckled. “Of course. That brat is terrified of his wife. Don’t fear him. If he dares to cross you, just let Grandpa know.”

Odalys burst out laughing.

Percival snatched the phone away and hung up abruptly. Watching Odalys’ face blush with laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement, Percival’s lips tightened, and he gave her a sidelong glance.

“Don’t listen to Grandpa’s nonsense,” Percival said seriously.

Odalys quickly nodded. Her phone screen lit up with a message from Evander on WhatsApp. She glanced at it and read the message, her lips curling into a smile. “Let’s talk tonight, so he doesn’t find out,” Evander had texted.

Percival narrowed his eyes as he watched them whispering secretly. He saw Odalys send an “OK” and Evander reply with a facepalm emoji. He fell silent. He could handle everything—except for Evander.

6:31 PM

Chapter 250

Evander had just crushed his carefully cultivated image in that single moment.

Callum, driving the car, nearly burst out laughing but managed to control himself, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as his lips twitched. The sports car headed toward the Stewart villa.

Odalys, still holding her phone, seemed to remember something and spoke quietly, “After my little scene at the Bennett family’s house tonight, Sophia will definitely be cornered. She tried to use the Love Spell to trap Finnian, but she’s not content with that. She’ll probably try to get her hands on more Love Spells. When I slapped her, I embedded a talisman in her face, triggering the chaos inside her. As soon as she seeks out someone knowledgeable in the occult for more Love Spells, I’ll sense it,” Odalys murmured.

She thought it important to tell Percival in advance. After all, with Sophia’s current state of madness, she’d likely try to target wealthy men; Percival would probably become her next target.

“Mm,” Percival’s voice was low and calm.

Odalys watched his composed expression, slightly puzzled.

Callum, noticing her confusion, turned the steering wheel toward the Stewart villa and explained, “Don’t worry, Mr. Stewart has already assigned people to keep watch. Our team has split into two directions. We’ve confirmed that Sophia is indeed driving out alone, and Caspian has taken Henry to the black clinic. Both situations are under control,” Callum reported.

Odalys fell silent, satisfied with the information.

At that moment, the car pulled up outside the Stewart villa, and Dorian, who had been waiting outside, rushed over as soon as the luxury car appeared. The elderly man quickly and respectfully opened the car door.

“Mrs. Stewart,” Dorian said, his eyes red. It had only been a week since they’d last seen each other, but now that she was back, Dorian’s emotions overwhelmed him.

Odalys stepped out of the car and noticed Dorian’s red eyes. She raised an eyebrow in concern. “Dorian, are you okay? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just seeing Mrs. Stewart again. I’m so happy,” Dorian said, trying to compose himself. Earlier, he and Evander had been talking about how Percival had finally married and how, after almost dying, Percival’s poison had been suppressed. They felt so proud of him. Seeing him and Odalys together made them wish they could hug their great-grandchild immediately.

Odalys smiled and said softly, “Happy as you are, don’t drink too much secretly.”

Dorian quickly covered his mouth, nodding in understanding.

“Are you hungry? Let’s go eat first,” Percival said, stepping out of the car and walking toward Odalys.

They walked side by side, and Odalys glanced up at the tall figure of the man beside her. Her expression flickered—she had felt his unstable breathing in the car earlier. Yet, he didn’t speak a word about his condition. The medication she gave him could only suppress it for a week. Under normal circumstances, anyone would have been panicking, but Percival remained as composed as ever. If it weren’t for her sharp senses, she might have believed he wasn’t sick at all.

“Dorian, go prepare something for me,” Odalys turned and whispered to Dorian.

Dorian… (The passage cuts off here)