Chapter 362

Odalys examined the child's wound. "No need for another injection," she said. "Too many will lower her immunity. I've already applied medicine; it doesn't need further treatment. Place this on her forehead, and in half an hour, her fever will subside." She handed the security guard a talisman.

The security guard, wide-eyed, quickly placed the talisman on the child's forehead. The child's temperature immediately decreased. Stunned, the guard held the child and thanked Odalys.

"Thank you, thank you," he said.

Odalys smiled, holding the child's hand. "If you want to thank me, visit my Magic Entertainment company after the child is well," she said.

The security guard nodded eagerly. "Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

He reached into his pocket, but Odalys waved him off. "I like helping people. I don't charge. I hope your grandchild is healthy and safe."

Taking Percival's arm, they left. Several elderly women rushed forward, feeling the child's forehead.

"The fever's gone down! Just days ago, she was burning up," one exclaimed.

"Odalys is amazing and so kind!" another added.

"She's beautiful! Why doesn't she act?"

"Is that man her husband? She said she's married on a variety show."

Many followed, hoping to catch Odalys, but she and Percival had already driven away.

Soon, the police arrived. After hearing witness accounts and reviewing videos, they checked nearby surveillance footage, quickly tracing the relative's address and arresting them. The person confessed after a brief interrogation. The entire incident took only half a day.

The story quickly spread online. The video of Odalys saving the child went viral, even praised by skilled traditional medicine practitioners for its straightforward approach. Odalys dominated trending topics; many past events were unearthed, some even edited into a continuous series.

Chapter 362

Early morning at Bennen Villa, tension hung heavy due to Windsor's return. Henry sat silently on the sofa, his face grim. Allav spoke in a low voice before losing his gaze on Caspian.

"Don't see the papers lately," Henry suddenly said.

Hearing this, Caspian coughed in confusion. "Henry, are you talking to me?"

Henry stared coldly. "Your family is like a sinking ship. Should I stir trouble instead of keeping quiet?"

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, Hannah accidentally knocked over a bowl of oatmeal. Allav quickly cheered up and went to her. With Henry's leg injury still untreated, and with neither he nor Windsor able to help, Hannah felt like an outsider. However, since Windsor's return last night, he'd slept separately. The couple didn't display any joy; an unfamiliar distance existed, as Windsor had gone straight to the study.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired. Help me back to my room," Hannah said.

Hannah felt physically and mentally exhausted. She'd hoped for a conversation with Windsor last night, but he hadn't even entered their bedroom, going instead to the study. Anger kept her awake all night. This morning, she noticed he hadn't even come downstairs. Hannah sensed Windsor's indifference—not a cold war, but something deeper. Did he and Sophia? She couldn't bear to think further.

"Caspian, come help me get Mom upstairs," Atlas called out.

Caspian reluctantly helped. The brothers supported Hannah; since her wheelchair was inconvenient on the stairs, they slowly helped her upstairs.

Meanwhile, in the study, Windsor was restless. In the next room, Sophia woke with a splitting headache.

She grimaced at her reflection; her face was sallow and haggard, as it had been during her hospitalization. Her features seemed even sharper. Sophia had borrowed aura from Finnian before, but her condition was worsening.

She coughed, her chest tightening painfully. A mouthful of blood spilled from her lips as she clutched her chest, her whole body trembling.

"Could something have happened to Finnian? Impossible. No one can truly break the Love Spell," she muttered, Windsor's words echoing in her mind.

Scarcely clothed, Sophia rushed to the study, knowing Windsor was likely still there. She knocked.

Windsor's troubled thoughts were interrupted. "Come in," he said hoarsely. Having gone all night without water, his throat felt parched.

He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. His fortune had improved; everything abroad had gone smoothly, but things began falling apart after Could the act of taking her virginity have worn off? Windsor pondered.

No matter how much he thought, he couldn't find an answer.

"Daddy," Sophia called softly, pushing open the door.

The study was dark, curtains drawn. Only a sliver of light illuminated Windsor, looking up at her with a dejected expression.

Sophia bit her lip, walking quickly to him. She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

"Daddy," she sobbed quietly, her voice trembling.