Chapter 351

Percival replied, "Is that so? Did I fail to knock some sense into you when I hit you with a car? Or should I cripple you and Henry permanently so you can't run yourselves into trouble again?"

"Are you trying to seduce me, hoping I'll show you mercy just because you're playing the victim? Do you have a death wish?" Percival asked.

Memories of that night flooded back. She and Henry had been tailing Odalys when their car was slammed by a black S-Class—Henry's car, Percival's car, Sophia thought. No, it couldn't be. Why would he hit them? Was it for Odalys?

"You must have misunderstood me," Sophia stammered, panic flashing across her face. "Odalys must have said something bad about me! She must have poisoned your mind!"

When she saw Percival, the greed in her eyes almost overflowed. She was attracted by his imposing figure.

Odalys couldn't hold back her laughter at Sophia's words. She shook her head at Sophia's pathetic attempts. "Sophia!" Odalys said. "According to Windsor, you slept with him willingly before he went abroad three years ago. He claims you were his first. And now you're accusing me of badmouthing you to Percival? Should I tell him you'd just come of age when you crawled into Windsor's bed?"

She continued, "Or should I talk about how you tried to seduce that fake magician, throwing yourself at him with such enthusiasm? Or how you deliberately tempted the three Bennett brothers, clinging to each of them? Every single one of them has had their hands all over you, haven't they?"

She added, "Should I mention how you followed Finnian to stalk Orson at night, hoping to seduce him at a remote villa, only to end up crossing paths with Percival and getting beaten instead? Or maybe we should revisit those leaked photos of you booking a room with Finnian!"

Odalys's words were like knives, each one slicing away at Sophia's facade. Sophia felt ashamed, exposed by Odalys. With every word from Odalys, Percival's expression darkened.

Sophia retorted, "You're lying! I didn't do any of that! Percival, she's trying to frame me! I swear it's not true. Please, take me away from here. Let's go to your home. Let's get married!"

If they didn't leave now, Sophia was afraid she might not get another chance.

Brandon, watching over his son's body, suddenly stood up. "You're the Bennett family's adopted daughter, correct? You've been with so many men. Your body must be overflowing with wicked energy. Sleep with my son, and let's see if it can bring him back to life." As he spoke, Brandon lunged at Sophia.

Before Sophia could react, she was dragged away by Brandon. He flung her onto his son's body. The corpse was stiff, emanating a foul smell. It was clear the man hadn't bathed in a long time before his death; the stench of sweat was assaulting. Nauseated, Sophia turned away, feeling the urge to vomit.

Brandon said emotionally, "You have a special body. Negative with negative cancels out. If you try, my son might live again! Just try. Let him live." The loss of his son in his later years was a devastating blow. He regretted it. If he had known, he would have listened to Odalys. If he had just been content with his lot, his son would not have died. But now it was too late. He had said he'd do anything for the Bennett family, but in the end, he couldn't even keep his son.

"Are you crazy?" Sophia struggled constantly.

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At this time, Rafael, who had woken from the pain, crawled over. "Yes, it's her. Her body is too special! Maybe it can save your son," Rafael echoed.

Sophia panicked. She scrambled to her feet, looking to Percival for help, but he only stared back with indifference, showing no intention of saving her. She quickly looked at Windsor and whispered, "Dad, help me."

Windsor stood still, his expression complicated. His dislocated wrist throbbed with pain, keeping his mind sharp. Tonight, these uninvited guests had thrown his plans into chaos. Now he was caught in a dilemma, desperate to distance himself from the mess.

"If you can save someone, you should try it. This isn't the first time you've done it! You're so kind, you must want to save me too. I'm so proud of you," Windsor said indifferently.

It was as if Sophia were not his beloved daughter. Sophia froze, staring at Windsor in disbelief as if he were a stranger. Just moments ago, he had cradled her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and shielded her. Now, faced with trouble, he was shoving her into harm's way, even suggesting she do it with a corpse.

"Dad, you're asking me to sleep with a corpse? You promised me you'd marry me in the future!" Sophia screamed, her voice breaking. Though her voice was not loud, it echoed eerily through the Bennett Villa.

Hannah, supported by Atlas, walked out and stood nearby. Hearing this, her eyes burned with a poisonous glare. "He actually wants to marry her?" Hannah couldn't believe her husband had agreed to their adopted daughter's request to marry her someday. These words sounded like the ultimate betrayal.

Atlas remained silent. Tonight's revelations shattered his world. The sister he had once cherished and protected had turned out to have an illicit relationship with their father. Not only that, but she had also entangled herself with countless others, even attempting to seduce him and his two brothers. Atlas used to think Sophia was his adopted sister. He was afraid she would feel insecure at home, so he took special care of her. Now it turned out to be a joke.

"Has she been secretly trying to seduce you, too?" Hannah suddenly asked. Atlas clenched his fists and didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on Sophia as if he wanted to tear her apart.

"I didn't realize she was such an ungrateful wretch," Hannah said sarcastically.

Neither she nor Atlas stepped forward. They stood at the doorway, watching the chaos inside, the scene too absurd to believe. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was fiction.

"Dad!" Sophia got up and rushed forward. She wanted to hug Windsor, but first—

"Your son is dead, and what did you get?" Odalys suddenly spoke up.

Brandon stared coldly at Windsor, then at Sophia. He was silent. The scariest thing was the silence. A silent dog hit the hardest. Although Brandon was silent, he had explosive strength in his body.

Brandon snapped, "That's enough. Don't you think there's already enough drama in the Bennett family? You're my daughter. What possible benefit could you gain from stirring up trouble and pain? The Stewarts agreed to marry you only to ward off misfortune, and they did it as a favor to the Bennett family."