Chapter 350

Brandon collapsed, staring at Odalys with a dazed expression. "You killed my son!" he shouted, leaping to his feet and lunging at her. Callum kicked him away before he could reach her. Brandon fell heavily, spitting out blood.

"You killed him," Odalys sneered. "Your past evils have brought suffering upon your loved ones, yet you still refuse to repent. These people were selfish, quick to shift blame, and never took responsibility. You killed your wife, your daughter-in-law, your grandson, and tonight, your own son—all for your so-called desire to use someone else's fortune to prosper your family."

She paused, letting her words sink in. "But now, you've lost all your descendants."

Her words pierced him like needles. Brandon collapsed into a seat, stunned. "It couldn't have been me. I'd never hurt them," he mumbled.

Percival strode to Odalys's side, looking down at Brandon. "You were willing to sacrifice your own son for the Bennett family. It seems Windsor's life was more important to you than your son's," Percival said sharply.

Hearing this, Brandon looked up, his face desperate. He scrambled to his feet and rushed toward Windsor. "Windsor, you have to save my son! We made a deal, didn't we? My family's blood was mixed with yours. Use your blood to save him!"

Windsor shook him off. "I don't know what you're talking about, you crazy old man! Who let you into my family?" he snapped.

From their earlier conversation, Windsor sensed these young people were more powerful than he realized. He feared his secrets were about to be exposed. Having recently returned to the country, he couldn't risk trouble. His only option was to escape and wait for a better opportunity.

Determined, Windsor kicked Brandon away.

"Odalys! How can you speak to Dad like that?" Sophia's voice came from the shadows. She stepped forward, aggrieved, glaring at Odalys.

Windsor froze. He looked closely at Odalys's face, and memories flooded his mind—a photograph Hannah had sent him half a year ago. The person in the photo looked exactly like Odalys. He hadn't paid much attention then; now, he felt a familiar sense of recognition.

"Odalys?" Windsor asked, squinting and affecting an air of authority.

Odalys found it ironic that Windsor didn't recognize his own daughter. Now that he knew her identity, he was putting on airs.

Seeing her piercing gaze, Windsor's face darkened. He ran a hand through his hair, signaling her to leave. "You're my daughter! What are you doing out here at night with a man? Go home! Don't leave the house without permission!" he ordered gruffly.

Odalys smiled, almost as if looking at a fool. She slowly stepped toward him.

Chapter 350

Odalys said, "Mr. Bennett, are you so used to flattery that you've lost sight of your own capabilities? Did you think a few years hiding abroad constituted advanced studies? You even slept with your adopted daughter. You are such trash. Do you really think you are worthy of being my father?"

She scoffed, contempt in her eyes. "Your bloodline disgusts me. Do you look in the mirror and see how pathetic you are? Think you're intimidating? Trying to suppress me? Look at yourself!"

Windsor's face darkened with rage. He never imagined Odalys would dare to speak to him like this. He raised his hand to strike her, but Odalys didn't flinch, daring him to follow through.

As Windsor swung, Percival caught his wrist, sending a jolt of pain through him. He hadn't broken it, but dislocated it. Windsor staggered back, clutching his arm. Percival grabbed him by the throat.

"Mr. Bennett, do you know the consequences of disrespecting my wife?" Percival's voice was low and menacing. "Should I send you to hell?"

The threat was palpable. Percival's fingers pressed harder, as if ready to snap Windsor's neck. Windsor's terror was evident. Percival released him, throwing him backward. He then wiped his fingertips indifferently.

"You're Percival!" Windsor was stunned to hear him call Odalys "wife." He stared at Percival, disbelief and fear on his face. "But you're supposed to be dead. You weren't given more than a month to live."

Windsor was shocked. His intelligence was usually impeccable. He'd only returned after confirming Percival's death.

"If I weren't alive, how else would I lure you back?" Percival replied with a cold smile.

Sophia stared at Percival, collapsing in shock as she recognized him from the variety show recording. He was the one who'd booked the private jet, sending everyone back to Crownridge except her, Odalys, and Alas.

"So you're Percival?" Sophia exclaimed, overwhelmed. Tears brimming, she scrambled to her feet. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?" Her voice quivered. "I was supposed to be the one to marry you, but my sister stole that chance. I couldn't find you. I never thought we would end up like this." Her voice rose, her desire and greed evident. "We were supposed to get married a month ago. I came to take your place and bear all your children."

If Sophia hadn't come, Percival would never have been pressured into marrying Odalys. Now, regret consumed her. Percival was handsome and worthy; no one else compared.