Chapter 365

“Sophia tried to secure Windsor’s past,” she shared, revealing the extent of her investigation.

Sophia chuckled softly, a hint of bitterness in her voice. “So, you all think I was the one who sabotaged him? I’m just a woman. Do I have any power? I reside in the Bennett residence, but I’m not related to any of you by blood. I rent and use whatever the Bennett family provides. I have no say in the matter. What else am I supposed to do? All I have left is this body.”

But as she laughed, tears unexpectedly fell from her eyes.

Sophia took long strides toward the door, her legs aching badly. She pushed Henry aside forcefully and quickly walked toward her bedroom.

The study was thick with a heavy, suffocating air.

With a heavy sigh, Windsor walked out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping wet. His body was in great shape, with well-defined abs. He stepped into the study and saw Caspian and Henry still there.

“Dad, are you really going to divorce Mom?” Henry asked suddenly.

Windsor paused, his hands still rubbing his wet hair. He looked up, coldly eyeing both his sons.

“Do you think we can keep going like this? The Bennett Group is on the verge of bankruptcy. Doesn’t that have anything to do with Hannah?” Windsor snapped, his frustration clear.

He felt physically uncomfortable. Even the cold water of his shower couldn’t suppress the rage burning inside him.

A strange, uncontrollable sensation spread through his chest, driving him mad.

Windsor felt as though he were on the verge of losing his mind. Even he didn’t understand why he felt this way.

Everything had been fine before, but now he couldn’t shake the overwhelming discomfort that made him feel trapped, with no way to release it.

“Dad, but she’s your wife. If you divorce her now, don’t you think people will make a joke out of the Bennett family?” Henry persisted.

Windsor smiled mockingly and stepped closer, standing directly in front of Henry. His proud son looked at him with disgust.

Windsor’s voice was low and calm, a sharp edge cutting through the tension. “A joke? Wasn’t it you who started the joke? You think I don’t know what’s been going on while I was abroad? I knew you and Edie were sneaking around in the car. She even got pregnant, and yet you still think what I’m doing is embarrassing? I’m just sleeping with my own adopted daughter, someone with no blood relation to me.”

“But who did you sleep with? A widow, and she’s your sister’s mother-in-law!”

Windsor’s words left Henry speechless, a flush of shame creeping over his face.

Henry had once been the golden boy, admired by many, but now he was like a drowning rat. Even the Bennett family members turned their backs on him.

“Fine, you think I’m the disgrace, huh? Then take the Bennett Group back. You handle the mess yourself; I’m done,” Henry snapped, spinning around.

Caspian stood silently, still watching Windsor without saying a word.

“Why don’t you get lost already?” Windsor growled, irritation lacing his voice.

Caspian didn’t move. He kept his gaze fixed on Windsor, his eyes intense. There was a faint red mark around his neck, barely noticeable but seeming to strangle him.

“Dad, don’t you feel anything strange?” Caspian asked suddenly.

As an observer, Caspian could see the change clearly. Windsor had been completely different last night compared to now. His demeanor, his speech, and his actions all felt off, as if something was wrong.

Chapter 63

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with me? Who are you hoping to blame?” Windsor spouted in response. “I suggest you take care of yourself. Don’t push your luck,” he added, his frustration boiling over. He slammed the study door shut with force. His skin seemed to have lost some of its firmness, and the red mark on his neck remained.

Windsor hurriedly stepped closer. He stared at his reflection in the maroon bay window, muttering but not speaking. He kept rubbing the spot, most likely replaying the image of…

“I told her to be careful, but she still left a mark on me,” Windsor muttered coldly. He had initially dismissed it as just a kiss mark from their intimacy.

After changing into new clothes, Windsor insisted on taking Hannah out. The flustered Bennett brothers followed them loosely until they reached city hall.

It didn’t take long for the two to complete the divorce proceedings and step out of the building.

“We’re divorced. You’re free now, Windsor. I hope you get what you deserve,” Hannah spat. This was the man she had loved for so many years. She couldn’t hold back anymore, cursing him as she recalled the image of him tangled up with Sophia in bed. The thought made her seethe with hatred. Hannah wished for Windsor to be hit by a car, to die right in front of her.

Windsor met her hateful gaze and smirked, walking away with deliberate steps. But just as he took a couple of steps, his foot slipped with a loud bang, and he fell down the stairs.

Windsor was stunned as he tumbled, and a sharp stone jutted upward. He screamed in pain as the sharp rock pierced his chest. Blood began to seep out, staining his white shirt.

“Help me!” Windsor cried out in agony as he struggled to get up. The pain in his chest made him collapse back down. The stone dug deeper into his body. His forehead was covered in cold sweat; his chest felt like it was about to explode. The divorce papers in his hand felt like cold coals. The triumph and arrogance he had earlier were gone.

“Atlas, help me!” Hannah ordered sharply.

Atlas looked at Windsor on the ground but didn’t step forward. Instead, he helped Hannah toward the car. Once Hannah was seated, Atlas got into the driver’s seat, and they drove off.

“Ahh!” Windsor screamed in rage, blood pouring more violently from his wound as he tried to push himself up.

As Windsor struggled, a figure passed by and stopped, standing there, somewhat startled. Windsor turned his head, staring at the person for a long moment.

Windsor’s eyes widened in shock as he looked up, recognizing the young man standing before him.

“Stellan?” Windsor blinked, realizing it was the famous star. He was clearly taken aback, not expecting Stellan to see him in this state.

Stellan had a few bags of food, looking down at Windsor with a slightly puzzled expression.

“Mr. Bennett, did you just get fired from Mr. Bennett? Are you lying here to celebrate?” Stellan asked, his tone light but with a clear note of curiosity.

Stellan was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and loose black pants, exuding a clean, breezy vibe. He stood there, scanning Windsor from head to toe. Windsor’s face was pale and drained of color, while his white shirt was drenched in blood. The divorce papers were still clutched in his hand.

At the same time, Stellan kept texting. In Group B’s chat, the messages exploded immediately.