Chapter 419

Orson was dumbfounded. Without hesitation, he yanked off his white coat and draped it over Henry's face, then stood unsure of what to do next. He glanced at Odalys, his expression serious.

"Odalys, are we going to kill him?" Orson asked, his voice low, his mind racing through various scenarios.

It wasn't that he feared trouble, but if they were truly going to take a life, he didn't want Odalys involved. She was Percival's person, and her theological background meant that bloodshed could severely disrupt her spiritual journey. If anyone was to take responsibility, it had to be him.

Odalys looked at him, seeing the bloody scene playing out in his mind. She didn't respond immediately.

Meanwhile, Freya and Selah had managed to drag Henry's body from the car onto the ground with a thud. He groaned softly in his unconscious state.

"We're not here to kill anyone," Odalys finally said, shaking her head. "We just need to get him into Sophia's room to stir things up between the Bennetts. I want to see how much Hannah can tolerate with Sophia in the picture."

"If Windsor is willing to divorce her for Sophia, she might take it. But if she can still tolerate Henry in Sophia's room, then we have a deeper problem. From the moment Hannah took Sophia in, something's been off. The Bennetts' villa is a mess, yet none of them seem to want to kick her out. Don't you think that's strange?"

Orson remained silent, absorbing her words. He stood there in his casual beachwear—a T-shirt, beach shorts, and slippers—completely out of place as the heir to a prestigious family. His relaxed appearance contrasted sharply with the gravity of the situation.

"I've suspected it for a while, too," Odalys continued thoughtfully. "Percival and I both wondered what's really going on with Sophia. Who's been pulling the strings? Despite everything, Sophia's status in the Bennet family remains unshaken."

She paused. "The Bennetts used to dote on her in a way that made sense, but now, even though their logic has shifted, they're still incredibly tolerant. There's no way a normal family would just give up their own flesh and blood to adopt another child. I did a DNA test for them a while back, and it turns out Sophia isn't Windsor and Hannah's biological daughter."

Orson's eyes widened. "So there's no blood relation at all?"

"Exactly. A stranger could never have convinced them to abandon their own child; it doesn't add up," Odalys concluded. "Sophia may not be the key, but provoking a rift between the Bennetts is the only way to figure out what's truly going on. We need to expose their motives."

Orson nodded. "Right. We have to bring the conflict to the surface to understand the Bennetts' true intentions."

By the time they finished speaking, Freya and Selah had already dragged Henry into the elevator.

"What are you two talking about!" Freya called out, slightly breathless. "Get in here, now!" Selah, nervously pressing the elevator button, added, "Hurry up, or he's going to wake up soon!"

Orson and Odalys exchanged a quick glance before stepping into the elevator. Inside, the four of them stood in awkward silence. Selah edged closer to Odalys and whispered, "Odalys, do you think the elevator has security cameras?"

Her voice was filled with the tension of someone who had never done anything like this before. Kidnapping and knocking someone unconscious was a whole new level of crime. She wasn't sure she could handle the consequences if they got caught.

"The hospital belongs to his family," Odalys replied calmly, glancing at Orson.

Selah's eyes widened. "His family owns the hospital? As far as I knew, it was part of The Lark Group's empire."

"This is my business card," Orson said, handing it to her with a serious expression. "If you ever need to be hospitalized, just use the VIP channel."

Selah stared at the card, then swatted it away. "Who needs to go to the hospital! You're the one who needs a doctor. I'm perfectly healthy," she retorted with a smirk. "I'm the Goddess of Health."

Orson's hand remained outstretched, his eyes locked on her in silence.

Freya, watching the exchange, laughed. She leaned against the wall, giving Orson a teasing look.

"Mr. Lark, first time being rejected by a woman?" she teased with a grin.

Freya, the adopted daughter of the Stewart family, knew Orson well. While they didn't interact often, they had a mutual respect due to Percival's influence. Orson had always treated her kindly, but now she couldn't resist having a little fun at his expense.

"How's it feel, Orson?" she teased. "Did you think your childhood bedwetting was a secret you could bury forever?"

The words hit like a bomb. Freya froze. She'd intended to tease Orson, but he'd flipped it on her, leaving her speechless.

"You!" she spluttered, her face turning bright red. "Who said I wet the bed! That's ridiculous!"

She looked at Selah and Odalys, relieved they seemed oblivious. Odalys and Selah, however, were barely containing their laughter.

"She's from the Stewart family!" Selah whispered, unable to contain her curiosity.

The previous night, Freya had taken them to the Stewart villa for Odalys's surprise birthday celebration. They had been silent when stopped at the gate by security. They had always known Freya had powerful connections, but it hadn't occurred to them that those connections were linked to the Stewart family. Now, Orson's words made sense. The Stewart family was powerful, and Freya's relationship with Orson confirmed she wasn't just Percival's ally—she had her own power.

"Yes," Odalys answered softly.

Selah gasped, her eyes flicking between the two women. She realized they had never flaunted their backgrounds, but now she understood just how dangerous they could be.

"Selah, help me," Freya called, tugging Henry toward the door.

Before Selah could react, Orson effortlessly swung Henry onto his shoulder and marched down the hallway. Clearly, Orson had cleared the floor beforehand. With a powerful kick, he slammed open the door to Sophia's room, tossing Henry onto the bed. Freya and Selah quickly followed, ripping Henry's clothes off. Once finished, they slipped out of the room.

"Who's there?" Sophia, emerging from the bathroom, heard the noise and froze. Her mind raced, remembering Finnian and Windsor's threats the previous night. Her legs were still sore from Windsor's advances, and this new disturbance made her heart race. She quickly pulled up her pants and rushed out of the bathroom.

What she saw shocked her. Henry lay on her bed, his clothes scattered on the floor.

"Henry?" Sophia gasped, unable to process what had just happened. She had never expected him to show up. Her small hands clenched into fists as she walked closer, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.