Chapter 490

Adas winced as he pushed himself up from the floor, clutching his chest. He glanced down, pulled at his shirt, and saw gauze wrapped around his chest, faintly stained with blood.

“It’s a real injury? Then last night wasn’t a dream… It was Sophia,” Atlas mumbled, utterly dazed. He was visibly shaken, muttering incoherently as he struggled to stand.

Just as he managed to get up, the sound of high heels echoed from outside. Turning, he saw Sophia entering gracefully, dressed in a sensual camisole; her curvaceous figure moved with elegance. The strong scent of her perfume wafted into the room.

“Henry, Caspian, Atlas, why are you looking at me like that?” Sophia asked pitifully, shrinking back with a weak look on her face. Tears welled in her eyes.

“I’m going upstairs,” Atlas said, backing away in fear. Sophia’s smile terrified him, and he hurriedly ran upstairs, despite his injury.

Caspian sat thoughtfully on the sofa, sipping his coffee, his eyes darting between Atlas and Sophia.

“What are you doing here? Haven’t you caused enough chaos in this family?” Henry roared.

Sophia bit her lip, carefully stepped forward, and gently tugged at Henry’s sleeve. “Henry, you scared me,” she said in a sweet, coquettish tone. The way she clung to his sleeve made him instinctively take a step back, recalling the time she had pinned him down and demanded his “heart’s blood.”

Suddenly, Sophia clutched her mouth and ran to the side, retching violently. Hearing her vomit, Henry’s face darkened. He stared at her coldly, remembering their previous encounter. He slowly closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists.

“I don’t care whose child you’re carrying. If you still want to stay in this family, get rid of it now,” Henry ordered. He had seen her passionate encounter with Windsor in the study; he couldn’t look at her the same way anymore. Coupled with her previous advances and demands for his "heart's blood," Henry couldn't help but notice Atlas's chest bandage. He suspected Atlas's injury was connected to Sophia. He even questioned who she really was; everyone involved with her seemed to end up in trouble.

“Henry, the hospital must have made a mistake! How could I possibly be pregnant? It’s a misunderstanding! Windsor and I didn’t do anything. I was young back then, and he forced me!” Sophia sobbed. “Is Mom home? I want to explain everything to her. If you don’t believe me, then I might as well die!” she cried, turning her head away. Her tears flowed freely, but neither Henry nor Caspian offered comfort; they watched her coldly, their irritation growing.

“Why all the shouting?” Windsor’s voice came from the doorway. “Have you no decency? Do you want to shame the Bennett family even more? Aren’t you worried about what people will think?”

He entered, briefcase in hand, looking weary. He flung his briefcase onto the sofa. Hearing his voice, Sophia stiffened and instinctively took a step back.

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This feeling was unfamiliar to her, and she was confused. Glancing at Windsor, she felt he seemed like a stranger.

“What are you staring at? Make me some coffee,” Windsor demanded, noticing her bewildered gaze. He walked to the sofa and sat down.

Sophia hesitated before fetching the coffee.

Henry said with frustration, “Dad, you’re still letting her make coffee? Mom is furious with you over your affair. Do you really want to be with Sophia? Our family is already at the end of the line. We can’t afford any more scandals. Even if we have money, we won’t be able to recover from this.” He couldn’t understand what Windsor saw in Sophia. He even regretted investing family resources into her.

“Dad, have some coffee,” Sophia said, bringing it to him.

Windsor didn’t take it. Instead, he grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her closer. Sophia screamed as the cup slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor. Panicked, she tried to escape, but Windsor pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “What are you afraid of? I’m not going to eat you,” Windsor chuckled, pleased with her fear. He pressed his hand against her stomach. “Are you pregnant?” he asked quietly, his wrinkled face showing no warmth as he stared at her flat stomach. Sophia shivered.

“I don’t know,” Sophia shook her head, trying to push herself off his lap. A mocking laugh came from upstairs. Hannah stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at her.

“How shameless! Are you getting aroused in broad daylight? Flirting in front of my sons? Animals!” Hannah sneered. Hannah was furious watching Windsor hold Sophia; he hadn’t held her like that in a long time. Even after three years abroad, he hadn’t slept with her, yet here he was holding Sophia.

“Mom!” Sophia quickly scrambled out of Windsor’s arms. She stepped away from him.

Windsor stood, shaking out his coat and picking up his briefcase. As he brushed past Hannah, he deliberately shoved her with his shoulder.

“Windsor! You bastard!” Hannah was almost knocked off the stairs. Struggling with her injured waist and legs, she could barely stand when he shoved her violently. Wincing in pain, he went straight to his study without looking back. Hannah trembled with anger, gripping the handrail.