The crowd held its breath, silent with anticipation. Those who had mocked Odalys earlier fell to their knees, offering apologies. Her presence was commanding, though understated. As she left, whether strangers or family, everyone hesitated to approach her. Even as she walked away, a hush fell.
Later, Odalys demanded a reconciliation with the Simpson family, but they might reject her. Her hatred for the Stewart family had only intensified. Evander, though expecting some kind of outburst, seemed to understand them too well. They valued wealth above all else; those without money were insignificant. This was the reality of the Fimumaal benem. Edie didn't expect the Simpson family to disown her, and the Bennett family wouldn't either, she pondered.
Percival added that Odalys's actions stemmed from a curse, leading to a mental breakdown and increasingly violent behavior until her death. If she hadn't tried to kill him and Percival, he might have defended her. Evander, however, stated the limits of his tolerance: trying to kill her own family—there was no compassion left for her. The Stewart family owed her nothing. He sighed.
Odalys was taken away by ambulance, followed by the police. The crowd gathered to pray. Evander attended to them while observing from a distance. She coldly eyed nearby vehicles, then reached for the door lock.
Stage Entertainment burned. Sophia, intending to watch Odalys's shame and downfall, was unexpectedly caught in a sudden storm—thunder and rain crashing down. She didn't have time to react. The car door opened, and she was thrown out.
"Ah!" Sophia screamed in pain. Her shoulder hit the ground; it felt like her bones had shattered. Gritting her teeth, she looked up into Odalys's cold, piercing eyes.
"Odalys! How are you here?" Sophia gasped, terrified. "Odalys should have been burned to death!" Given Edie's recklessness, Odalys shouldn't have escaped unscathed. Sophia had come to watch Odalys suffer.
"I'm very happy I wasn't killed by Edie," Odalys said coldly. She stepped forward, placing her foot firmly on Sophia's hand.
"Ah! It hurts! You're stepping on my hand! Let go!" Sophia cried, struggling. She pushed against Odalys's leg, but her hand felt like it was burning; her skin began to scorch. She quickly withdrew her hand, seeing blisters forming. She winced and looked at Odalys, her eyes filled with fear.
"You look fine. You slept with Windsor again? No wonder he divorced you and Hannah. You're truly the Bennett family's lucky charm," Odalys said coldly. Odalys had noticed Windsor looking haggard and unlucky earlier that morning, and she'd connected the dots. What surprised her was that Sophia seemed prettier after sleeping with Windsor. It seemed Windsor's energy had been drained by Sophia. Sophia frantically tried to cover up, unable to understand how Odalys knew.
"What are you talking about? Windsor is my adoptive father. He loves me. Why are you misunderstanding our relationship? You're just jealous that the Bennett family is kind to me, trying to ruin my reputation," Sophia said. This was Sophia's secret.
"Did you install surveillance at home? Did you put cameras in my room? Odalys, you bitch, why are you so disgusting?" Sophia yelled. If her secret got out, her reputation would be ruined. Earlier, when Windsor and Hannah got a divorce, Caspian wanted to kill Sophia. The Bennett family now looked at her with contempt and mockery.
"Who's more disgusting than you?" Odalys retorted. Sophia felt helpless. Odalys pressed harder; Sophia felt her bones shattering. When Odalys finally lifted her foot, Sophia screamed, "I'll kill you!"
She lunged forward, but someone intervened, grabbing her wrist. Sophia gasped in pain and disbelief. "You you're my fan? Why are you grabbing me?"
"Quick, beat her! Odalys is a bitch! She's trying to hurt me! Kill her right now!" Sophia had lost her sanity. Her wrist was gripped tightly; pain shot through her.
"Tan," Blossom said, disgusted, "I'm disgusted by myself for ever liking you. How could I have liked someone like you? You're just like Odalys said—who's more shameless than you! You slept with your adoptive father, causing your adoptive parents' divorce. You were also flirting with Atlas. I thought we were friends, I wanted to be your brother. Sophia, you make me sick."
Although only fifteen, Blossom's wealthy upbringing had made her unusually mature.
This cleaned-up version addresses grammatical errors, punctuation inconsistencies, and clarifies unclear phrasing. Some phrases like "Fimumaal benem" and others that seemed out of place were left as they were, as their meaning is unclear within the context provided. If further clarification on these phrases is given, the translation and incorporation into a more polished narrative can be improved.